Rig Veda Americanus - Part 6 by Daniel G. Brinton Lyrics
Hymn to Ixcoçauhqui.
1. In the Hall of Flames let me not put to shame my ancestors; descending there, let me not put you to shame.
2. I fasten a rope to the sacred tree, I twist it in eight folds, that by it I, a magician, may descend to the magical house.
3. Begin your song in the Hall of Flames; begin your song in the Hall of Flames; why does the magician not come forth? Why does he not rise up?
4. Let his subjects assist in the Hall of Flames; he appears, he appears, let his subjects assist.
5. Let the servants never cease the song in the Hall of Flames; let them rejoice greatly, let them dance wonderfully.
6. Call ye for the woman with abundant hair, whose care is the mist and the rain, call ye for her.
1. In the Hall of Flames let me not put to shame my ancestors; descending there, let me not put you to shame.
2. I fasten a rope to the sacred tree, I twist it in eight folds, that by it I, a magician, may descend to the magical house.
3. Begin your song in the Hall of Flames; begin your song in the Hall of Flames; why does the magician not come forth? Why does he not rise up?
4. Let his subjects assist in the Hall of Flames; he appears, he appears, let his subjects assist.
5. Let the servants never cease the song in the Hall of Flames; let them rejoice greatly, let them dance wonderfully.
6. Call ye for the woman with abundant hair, whose care is the mist and the rain, call ye for her.