TEZCATLIPOCA
Puissant Lord!
Invisible, impalpable, inescapable!
Men see thee not, and thou art with them;
Men touch thee not, and thou art with them;
Men know thee not, and thou knowest them.
The dense rocks are as crystal before thee;
The hearts of the quaking mountains are as crystal before thee;
As crystal is my heart—naught therein is hidden from before thee.
Thy mind doth reflect all secret things, O Tezcatlipoca!
Thou art as a fume-dark mirror of polished obsidian, deep with reflection.
All things remote thy body doth envelop; none withstay thee, who art the blown breath of the spacious world!
Whistlings and flutings and the rumblings of many drums are thine,
And the Night Winds are thy hounds, that bay thy relentless Ways;
Thou art the Sweeper-up of the Realms of Silence—they also are of thee.
O Lord very mighty!
On the day that I honor thee I shall ascend a terraced temple;
Bright flowers will adorn my head, dancing maidens will accompany me;
To the music of pulsing flutes I shall sing thee with triumphant voice!
O Lord very terrible!
On the day that I honor thee I shall mount upon the Dragon of Stone;
I shall break my singing flute, the flowers of my chaplet I shall scatter to the winds:
On the day that I honor thee my heart I shall cast before thee!
Let it be pellucid as crystal, on that day when thou shalt pierce me!
Let it be as bodiless light, when thou comest with unstaying feet!
Let my heart be altogether pure, when as a fleet wind thou takest me hence!
O Tezcatlipoca!
Lord ever terrible! Lord inescapable!