Truly, he should give thee praise, thou king of kings, master of the stars, that standest alone, who hast lifted from his shoulders so great a burden, and from his brow this crown of woes, paying him peace for war and rest for labour.
'O god our hope, choose now a servant to succeed him, a man after thine own heart, who shall not fear nor falter, who shall toil and not be weary, who shall lead thy people as a mother leads her children.

Lord of lords, give grace to Guatemoc thy creature, who is our choice.

Seal him to thy service, and as thy priest let him sit upon thy earthly throne for his life days.

Let thy foes become his footstool, let him exalt thy glory, proclaim thy worship, and protect thy kingdom.

Thus have I prayed to thee in the name of the nation.