Quichí-Achí, speaks for the Fourth time:
Ha! Aha! Yeha! Ahau! Wow! Achí!
to you: Masters of the 'tun' drum Masters of the flute!
Hey you the flutes!
Hey you the drums!
Could you manage to make
like my flute
like my drum?
play the great melody
play the little melody
swing all those tunes!
Play my Toltec flute play my Toltec drum
my flute from the Quichí my drum from the Quichí!the dance of my prisoner
As if we were going to make the sky throb
as if we were going to make the earth throb
as our foreheads bend down
as our heads bend down
when we make great leaps and turns zapateando
when we dance and rock and beat the ground
with the men and the girls
here under sky
here on the earth
That's what I have to say
to the sky-face here
to the earth-face.
be with you
O flutes! O drums!