XOCHIQUETZAL
Radiant Lily, there where thou standest
Exhaling fragrance,
A Butterfly to thy lips clinging,——
Radiant Lily,
I thank thee.
Upon the lips of the Goddess of Flowers
A Butterfly is clinging——
Upon the lips of the Goddess of Life
An iridescent Butterfly,
Sipping the sweets,
Fanning its wings in her breath.
Is she not beautiful——
The Lily of Life?
Exhaling her fragrance,
With golden pollen fruitful,
Summoning the Winged Spirits?