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Let us rejoice, Oh friends,
and embrace each other here.
Now we walk on the flowering earth.
No one here need put an end
To flowers or songs.
They will live on in the house of the
Giver of Life.

This earth is the realm of the fleeting
moment.
Is it the same, as well in that region
Where somehow one still exists?
Is one happy there?
Is there friendship there?
Or is it only here on earth
That we come to know our faces?

Ayocuan Cuetzpaltzin
Trece Poetas del Mundo Azteca
Miguel Leon-Portilla