Aztec poem

Here is the great city
Of Mexico-Tenochtitlán,
In this place that is renowned,
In this place that is exemplary,
Where the wild cactus fruit grows,
In the middle of the waters,
Where the eagle screeches,
Where the eagle spreads its wings,
Where he tears apart the serpent,
Where the fish swim in the blue waters,
In the yellow waters,
Where the boiling waters are found,
Where feathers drown in tule fields,
Where we are found,
Where all the peoples of the four directions
Of the world will return.
– Aztec poem, translation by Miguel Le├│n Portilla