Never did my countrymen fight more bravely.

For hours, the Spaniards stood as a wall which we, in vain, tried to break.
Thousands fell on our side, but not for a moment did we waver.
Others took their places until, as the hours went on, the Spaniards grew weary, and victory seemed in our grasp.

Their horsemen had charged through and through us, but though many chiefs were slain, it mattered little.

The ranks closed up, and each time they fell back on their infantry, having achieved nothing.

Their horses were weary, and their attacks grew more feeble.
"Already, our cries of victory were raised.