Another Song of Prince Nezahualcoyotl

Let me pluck flowers, let me see them, let me gather the really intoxicating flowers; the flowers are ready, many colored, varied in hue, for our enjoyment.
The flowers are ready here in this retired spot, this spot of fragrant flowers, many sorts of flowers are poured down and scattered about; let the drum be ready for the dance.
I the singer take and pour down before you from my soul the beautiful poyomatl, not to be painted, and other flowers; let us rejoice, while I alone within my soul disclose the songs of flowers, and scatter them abroad in the place of flowers.
I shall leave my songs in order that sometime I may mingle the flowers of my heart with the children and the nobles.
I weep sometimes as I see that I must leave the earth and my flowers and songs, that sometime these flowers will be vain and useless.
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