There are entheogenic songs: may they say
I drink the flowers that inebriate,
The flowers that provoke vertigo have arrived
Come, and be thou exalted.
These flowers have arrived on panicles:
Diverse flowers of pleasure that are strewn,
That rain down and intertwine.
Let the drum resound: let there be dance:
My heart is tinted with lovely entheogenic flowers.
I am a poet: I am gathering flowers
To disseminate: enjoy.
The flower of my song breaks inside my heart:
I disseminate entheogens.
With songs one day I must be enshrouded,
My heart with entheogens must be intertwined:
They are the princes, the kings!
Thus I weep at times and say:
Someday I shall leave behind
The fame of my entheogens, the renown of my songs:
My heart with entheogens must be intertwined:
They are the princes, the kings!
Nezahualcóyotl's Monologue, in
Song to Nezahualcóyotl,
An elegy by an unknown pre-Columbian poet to
Acolmiztli Nezahualcóyotl, 'Lion-Strong Famished Coyote',
Poet, warrior, Lord of Texcoco [1402-1472].
Translated from Á.M. Garibay's Spanish rendering of the Náhuatl.
From The Age of Entheogens & The Angel's Dictionary
by Jonathan Ott, Natural Products Co., Kennwick, WA USA, 1995.
