From the Temple Top Moctezuma shows Cortés his Empire

Whatever your eye beholds is ours
Whatever is beyond the reach of your eye is ours
cities and clouds women and stone
coyotes and ahuehuetes snakes and eagles
Our men move upon the waters
and our gods roam the night
and with a black blade
we draw from the breast of our enemies
the light that floods our days



Translated from the Spanish by George McWhirter