Thus he prayed: 'O god, thou who art everywhere and seest all, knowest that Cuitlahua our king is gathered to thee.

Thou hast set him beneath thy footstool and there he rests in his rest.

He has travelled that road which we must travel every one, he has reached the royal inhabitations of our dead, the home of everlasting shadows.

There where none shall trouble him he is sunk in sleep.

His brief labours are accomplished, and soiled with sin and sorrow, he has gone to thee.