O master, O our lord,
the city is as a baby, a child.
Perhaps it has heard, perhaps it has exhorted itself,
perhaps of its own accord it has tugged at its flank, at its ear. Perhaps it has reflected as much.
Perhaps of its own accord it has punished itself, castigated itself,
perhaps it has chided itself, exhorted itself,
so that in your hands they animate one another,
they encourage one another, they chatter.
collected in the Florentine Codex by Fray Bernardino de Sahagún
translated from the Nahuatl by Arthur J.O. Anderson and Charles E. Dibble