mi traducción al inglés de un fragmento de Canto al son del teponanztli (Teponanzcuicatl), un poema originalmente en náhuatl traducido al español por Miguel León-Portilla en Cantares mexicanos II - tomo 1.
Chant to the sound of the teponanztli
I, bird from the charming and blooming waters,
offer the plenitude of the party,
I am a song.
In the sky, in Anáhuac, my heart lives,
on the lips of humans, I scatter my flowers.
With them, the princes get drunk,
with them one is adorned.
I get saddened,
my heart only suffers, I am a singer.
On the shore of Nueve aguas,
in Xochitlalpan, you my friends,
let it already be the shrouding.
Of round jades I make myself a necklace,
I, singer, is what I deserve.
Jades reverberate.
I extol the chanting;
it intoxicates my heart.
On Xochitlalpan one is shrouded.
I only sing with sadness on earth.
I, singer,
only from within comes my sadness,
the singing intoxicates my heart.
On Xochitlalpan one is shrouded.
Toltecáyotl will remain painted,
I, singer,
my chant will live on earth;
with chants I will be remembered,
you who are strangers to me,
I will go, to lose myself,
on a mat of precious feathers I will lie down.
My mothers will weep,
tears will fall,
I spread the flowers
of my otomí heart
on the bank of the yellow water.
I suffer,
I am taken to the place of Tlapallan,
where the smoke is rising, I will go there,
I will go, I will go to lose myself,
on a mat of precious feathers I will lie down.
translatress: Daniela H.
