My Girlfriend and My Life

I much knew my life from blackness and poverty
It took me to an Indian spider witch lady.

All the trying hardship of Noyaoyotl,
Mama Saṅgharṣaḥ in a modest wooden house—

It was helpful to act sensibly and friendly,
Holding hands with Nocihuatl in a crisscrossed
Recess, her mesmerizing, dark eyes charming me.

The children play by the river with a dumb guey
A snake coils around a scorpion by the woods

Unless she goes to a swing at a spot to bathe,
And I was left with less money to throw away.