I stand with joy over the top of the Itzam Cab Ain And glimpse The final halo in sky The huge sound of the flutes Reigns all over the immense fussiness Flowers get extinguished My mat is the only throne The time will come in which be blindfold the eyes of god Katun for the darken of his throne The dawn of our matting and the downfall of the races The glitter of the serpent by far above the wings of time