monahuatiloca

Updated: May 21, 2025

I come from Nonohualco as if I carried quechol birds to the place of the nobles; I grieve that my lord has gone, garlanded with feathers; I am wretched like the last flower. With the falling down of mountains I wept, with the lifting up of sands I was wretched, that my lord had gone. In Tlapallan aya mochieloca monahuatiloca ye cochiztla o anca ca zanio ayao, ayao, ayao.

Daniel Garrison Brinton - Ancient Nahuatl Poetry: Brinton's Library of Aboriginal American Literature Number VII.