El Árbol De La Noche Triste [English translation]

Today, arrogance got your valor1 raped

And avarice licked your dishonor

Feeling lost hurts so much

That bitterness fucked your fate

Take off pain's underwear

Get undressed, Cortés2, and tell me, what do you see?

Tell me, what do you see?

Revenge gets aroused when it sees the erection

That you get by thinking of another invasion

I thought you had seen the world fall at your feet

And now you cry like a baby after your defeat

Remember what you lost here one day

I am the Tree of the Gloomy Night

I know that your tears will serve

Sooner or later

To avoid any further enslavement

Of the human being

A quetzal3 cries, and, at time

Rivers roar, and the wind

Tells a hummingbird: Go search!

Where Gaia is hiding

Let her command the horizon

Let a volcano ejaculate

1. Or value; I'm not sure which the author intends2. Hernán Cortés, the 'Conquistador' that caused the fall of the Aztec Empire and one of the first colonizers3. This Guatemalan bird