Miztli

In the land of Monteczuma

Miztli, strong black puma,

Went hunting far and high and low,

Seeking his deadly foe.

Quezelcoatl, and at his side

His dog - his joy and pride.

Xoloitzquintle his loyal hound,

Dog always faithful found.

This famous hound, Xoloitzquintle,

There in Us'macinta,

Lay 'midst reeds, sole lord of his lair,

Who would attack? Who'd dare?

The puma travelled three long days

Then on his foe did gaze,

And then for three more days he lay

To contemplate his prey.

Then Xoloitzquintle, dread dark hound,

Arose without a sound

And saw strong puma, Miztli dark,

Bared his teeth, snarled a bark.

And then suddenly the puma,

Pride of Monteczuma,

Sank his sharp teeth into his flesh,

Tasted blood, warm and fresh.

A struggle then ensued twixt two,

They at each other flew,

Until the massive hound lay dead.

The puma Miztli fed.

Quezelcoatl - he had not slept - 

At such bad news, he wept.

And as for Lord Monteczuma

Champion of the puma.

He built a temple to its name

And sought to spread its fame.

And still in Tula there it stands

The shrine made by his hands.