By Netzahualcoyotl ( Aztec poet --recorded on an hieroglyph)
Date: 18 August 1999

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Be happy with the flowers that intoxicate you,
Which are in our hands. 
Let the necklaces of flowers be put on. 
Our flowers of the rainy weather
Fragrant flowers that now open their corollas.  

The bird is hopping around over there, 
He is chattering and singing. 
He comes to get acquainted 
With the house of the god.  

Only with our flowers do we become glad. 
Only with our song does our sadness perish.
Oh lords and ladies,
With this your sorrow is scattered. 
The giver of life invents flowers, 
The inventor has made them 
Come down from himself: 
Pleasant flowers.
With this your sorrow is dispersed.