Poem from Ancient City of Huexotzinco (in Keen, 42)
would be the city of Huexotzinco,
if it were surrounded by cactus,
if it were ringed with thorny arrows.
The kettledrum, the conch shell,
are heard in thy house,
they remain in Huexotzinco.
There is Tecayehuatzin
there is Lord Quecehuatl
plays the flute and sings
in his house at Huexotzinco.
Hither descends our father the god.
Here is his house,
where in is the jaguar drum,
where the songs have endured
to the sound of kettle drums.