ya están en la otra vida, este es el caso. ¡Ojala los, que agora juntos los tiene del amor el hilo, que amistad atesora, vieramos de la muerte el duro filo! porque no hay bien seguro, que siempre trae mudanza á lo futuro. ---- Now would I sing, since time and place Are mine,--and oh! with thee May this my song obtain the grace My purpose claims for me. I wake these notes on song intent, But call it rather a lament. Do thou, beloved, now delight In these my flowers, pure and bright, Rejoicing with thy friend; Now let us banish pain and fear, For, if our joys are measured here, Life’s sadness hath its end. And I will strike, to aid my voice, The deep, sonorous chord; Thou, dancing, in these flowers rejoice And feast Earth’s mighty Lord; Seize we the glories of to-day, For mortal life fleets fast away.-- In Ocblehacan, all thine own, Thy hand hath placed the noble throne. Which thou hast richly dressed; From whence I argue that thy sway Shall be augmented day by day, In rising greatness blessed. Wise Oyoyotzin! prudent king! Unrivalled Prince, and great! Enjoy the fragrant flowers that spring Around thy kingly state; A day will come which shall destroy Thy present bliss,--thy present joy,-- When fate the sceptre of command Shall wrench from out thy royal hand,-- Thy moon diminished rise; And, as thy pride and strength are quenched, From thy adherents shall be wrenched All that they love or prize. When sorrow shall my truth attest, And this thy throne decline,-- The birds of thy ancestral nest, The princes of thy line,-- The mighty of thy race,--shall see The bitter ills of poverty;-- And then shall memory recall Thy envied greatness, and on all Thy brilliant triumphs dwell; And as they think on by-gone years, Compared with present shame, their tears Shall to an ocean swell. And those who, though a royal band, Serve thee for crown, or plume, Remote from Culhuacan’s land Shall find the exile’s doom. Deprived of thee,--their rank forgot, Misfortune shall o’erwhelm their lot. Then fame shall grudgingly withhold Her meed to greatness, which of old Blazons and crowns displayed; The people will retain alone Remembrance of that _triple throne_ Which this our land obeyed. Brave Moctezuma’s Indian land Was Mexico the great, And Nezahualcoyotl’s hand Blessed Culhuacan’s state, Whilst Totoquil his portion drew In Acatlapan, strong and true; But no oblivion can I fear, Of good by thee accomplished here, Whilst high upon thy throne; That station, which, to match thy worth, Was given by the Lord of Earth, Maker of good alone.