Tico tico ticoti tico tico ticoti auh ic ontlantiuh in cuicatl totoco totoco. Xichocayan nicuicanitl nicitta noxochiuh zan nomac ommania zan quihuintia ye noyollo ni cuicatl aya nohuian nemia, zan ca ye noyollo notlayocola in cayo. Xiuhtlamatelolla quetzalchalchiuhtla ipan ye nicmatia nocuic aya ma yectlaxochitl y, zan nomac ton mania, etc. In quetzalin chalchiuhtla ipan ye nicmatia yectli ye nocuic yectli noxochiuh annicuihuan tepilhuan aya xonahuiacan a ayac onnemiz o in tlalticpac ayo. O an niquitquiz ye niaz yectli nocuic yectli noxochiuhui annicuihuan tepilhuan aya. O huayanco o nichocaya a huayanco o cahua y yahue nictzetzelo xochitl ay yo. Mach nohuan tonyaz quennonamica o ah nicitquiz xochitl zan nicuicanitl huiya ma yo a xonahuiyacan to ya nemia ticaqui ye nocuic ahuaya. Ay ca nichocaya nicuicanitl ya icha ahuicaloyan cuicatl ha Mictlan temohuiloya yectliya xochitl onca ya oncaa y yao ohuayan ca ya ilaca tziuhan ca na y yo. Amo nequimilool amo neccuiltonol antepilhuan aychaa ohuicaloyan cuicatl. Ycuic Nezahualcoyotzin. Totoco totoco tico, totoco totoco ic ontlantiuh tico titico ti tico tico. Nicaya quetza con tohuehueuh aoniquimitotia quauhtlocelo yn ca tiyayhcac in cuicaxochitl, nictemoan cuicatl ye tonequimilol ayyo. Ti Nopiltzi o ti Nezahualcoyotl o tiya Mictl a quenonamica y yece miyoncan ay yo. Quiyon quiyon caya nichocaya ya ni Nezahualcoyotl huiya queni yeno yaz o ya nipolihuiz oya miquitla ye nimitzcahua noteouh ypalnemo o tinechnahuatia ye niaz nipolihuiz aya, yo. Quenon maniz tlallin Acolihuacan huiya cuixoca quen mano o ticmomoyahuaz in momacehuali ye nimitzcahua noteouh, etc. Can yio cuicatli tonequimilol quipoloaya a in totlacuiloli tepilhuan oo maya o huitihua nican aya ayac ichan tlalticpac oo ticyacencahuazque huelic ye xochitl ayio. O ayac quitlamitaz monecuiltonol ypalnemoa a noyolquimati cuelachic otictlanehuico Nezahualcoyotzin ay oppatihua nican anaya y chan tlpc. Oon yn ay oppatihua in tlalticpacqui, zan nicuicanitl ayaho onnichocaya niquelnamiqui Nezahualcoyotl aya ho. Xo acico ye nican in teotl aya ypalnemoa, ayaho on nichocaya a niquelnamiqui Nezalhuacoyotl ayio. Quititi, quititi, quiti tocoto, tocoti tocoto tocoti zan ic mocueptiuh. Ma xochicuicoya ma ichtoa nichuana ayyahue teyhuinti xochitl ao ya noyehcoc ye nica poyoma xahuallan timaliuhtihuitz ay yo. Ma xochitl oyecoc ye nican ayyahue çan tlaahuixochitla moyahuaya motzetzeloa ancazo yehuatl in nepapaxochitl ayyo. Zan commoni huehuetl ma ya netotilo. Yn quetzal poyomatl ayc ihcuilihuic noyol nicuicanitl in xochitl ayan tzetzelihui ya ancuel ni cuiya ma xonahuacan ayio zan noyolitic ontlapanion cuicaxochitl nicyamoyahuaya yxoochitla. Cuicatl ya ninoquinilotehuaz in quemmanian xochineneliuhtiaz noyollo yehuan tepilhuan oonteteuctin in ca yio. Zan ye ic nichoca in quemanian zan nicaya ihtoa noxochiteyo nocuicatoca nictlalitehuaz in quemanian xochineneliuhtiaz, etc.

Tico tico ticoti, tico tico ticoti, and the song ends with totoco totoco. In the place of weeping I, the singer, look at my flowers. They lie in my hand. They make my heart drunk. My song goes about everywhere, but my heart is only sad. In a place green as turquoise, as precious jade, I think on my song. Let my flowers be fine! They lie in my hand, and so on. In the place of precious jade I know it: my song is fine, my flowers are fine. My friends, you princes, be glad! No one will live [for long] on the earth. I will take them with me when I go: my fine song, my fine flowers, my friends, you princes. Huayanco, I wept; huayanco, as I leave I scatter flowers. Will you really go with me to the place where somehow we live on? I will not take the flowers there; I am only a singer. Be glad while we are alive, and listen to my song. Ah, I wept, I the singer. The song of the place of delight went down to Mictlan. Fine flowers are there, twisting and turning. No fine wrappings, no riches, you princes: [only] the song of the place of delight. The song of Nezahualcoyotzin. Totoco totoco tico, totoco totoco, and it ends with tico titico ti tico tico. I set up our drum. I make the eagle and jaguar warriors dance where you stand, among the flowers of song. I seek songs to adorn us. You, my prince, you, Nezahualcoyotl, you have gone to Mictlan, to the place where somehow we live on. I wept, I, Nezahualcoyotl, thinking how I too will go, how I will perish in the place of the dead. Now I leave you, my god, Giver of Life. You command me, and now I will go; I will perish. How will the land of Acolihuacan endure? Will you someday scatter your people? Now I leave you, my god, and so on. Song alone adorns us, and even what we have painted will be lost, you princes. No one has a home on earth. We will leave the fragrant flowers behind for good. No one will use up your riches, Giver of Life. My heart knows it: we only borrowed Nezahualcoyotzin for a little while. No one comes back a second time to his home here on earth. No one lives twice on earth. I, only a singer, wept as I remembered Nezahualcoyotl. Come here now, god, Giver of Life. I wept as I remembered Nezahualcoyotl. Quititi, quititi, quiti tocoto, tocoti tocoto tocoti, and so it goes back to the start. Let us sing of flowers. The flowers that make us drunk have come. Now the poyomatl is here, spreading as it comes. The flowers have come here. In the place of flowers they spread out and fall like rain, flowers of every kind. The drum is sounding: let the dancing begin! The precious poyomatl, which no one could paint; my heart; I, the singer: the flowers rain down. Be glad! Inside my heart alone the flowers of song burst open, and I scatter them in the place of flowers. When I go, I will wrap myself in songs. Someday my heart will go mingled with flowers, among the princes and the lords. That is why I sometimes weep. I say: I will leave behind my fame of flowers, my name in song. Someday [my heart] will go mingled with flowers, and so on.

Tico, tico, ticoti, tico, tico, ticoti, and then the song ends with totoco, totoco. In the place of tears I the singer watch my flowers; they are in my hand; they intoxicate my soul and my song, as I walk alone with them, with my sad soul among them. In this spot, where the herbage is like sweet ointment and green as the turquoise and emerald, I think upon my song, holding the beauteous flowers in my hand, etc. (as in v. 1). In this spot of turquoise and emerald, I think upon beauteous songs, beauteous flowers; let us rejoice now, dear friends and children, for life is not long upon earth. I shall hasten forth, I shall go to the sweet songs, the sweet flowers, dear friends and children. O he! I cried aloud; O he! I rained down flowers as I left. Let us go forth anywhere; I the singer shall find and bring forth the flowers; let us be glad while we live; listen to my song. I the poet cry out a song for a place of joy, a glorious song which descends to Mictlan, and there turns about and comes forth again. I seek neither vestment nor riches, O children, but a song for a place of joy. Songs of the Prince Nezahualcoyotl. Totoco, totoco, tico, totoco totoco, then it ends with tico titico, titico, tico. I bring forth our drum that I may show the power and the grandeur in which thou standest, decked with flowers of song: I seek a song wherewith to drape thee, ah! oh! Thou, my Lord, O thou Nezahualcoyotl, thou goest to Mictlan in some manner and at a fixed time, ere long. For this, for this, I weep, I Nezahualcoyotl, inasmuch as I am to go, I am to be lost in death, I must leave thee; my God, the Giver of Life, thou commandest me, that I go forth, that I be lost, alas. How shall the land of Acolhuacan remain, alas? How shall we, thy servants, spread abroad its fame? I must leave thee; my God, etc. Even this song for thy draping may perish, which we have written for our children, it will no longer have a home here on earth when we shall wholly leave these fragrant flowers. Alas! thy riches shall end; the Giver of Life teaches me that but for a little while do we enjoy the prince Nezahualcoyotl, nor a second time will he come to his house on earth; no second time will he rejoice on earth; but I the singer grieve, recalling to memory Nezahualcoyotl. Let us seek while here the god, the Giver of Life; I grieve, recalling to memory Nezahualcoyotl. Quititi, quititi, quiti tocoto, tocoti, tocoto, tocoti, then it is to turn back again. 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.