The poems they are an artistic part of the indigenous languages of Mexico. Some of these languages are Nahuatl -the main one-, Mayan, Mixtec, Tzeltal, Zapotec, and Tzotzil, among others..
Mexico is one of the countries with the greatest linguistic diversity in the world, currently speaking more than 62 indigenous languages throughout the national territory. According to official statistics, in 2005 there were approximately six million speakers of an indigenous language in that country, while other sources indicate that the figure may reach more than eleven million, which represents about ten percent of the Mexican population..
Every month a language disappears in the world. However, Mexico has many languages that have managed to survive over time, since they are spoken by a considerable number of people who are transmitting it orally generation after generation.
Each indigenous people has a language and many variants of it, it is estimated that in total there are about 364.
'We ne' inamá sewá aminá wasachí
We'kanátame sewá ne tibúma napu
ikí nilú ne neséroma napulegá semá
rewélema kéne gawíwalachi.
Usánisa makói okwá níima alé sewá
jalé e'wéli, jalé kúuchi chí lé 'á
'Echi sewá kó ra'íchali jú, napu
o'mána Mésiko ra'icháluwa ra'íchali
si'néame relámuli napu ikiná Mésiko
rejówe, nawajíga napuikiná epo
ayéna chó napuikiná ohké napuikiná
rihchítu, napuikiná gomítu o'mána
Mésiko nawajía lú.
I'm going to look at the flowers
that get up in the field.
I will take care of the different flowers
I will protect all there is
for them to come back
beautiful our mountains.
There will be sixty-two species
it does not matter that they are of shapes
Those flowers are the languages
that are spoken throughout Mexico
singing languages across the plains
of all indigenous people living in
and through the forests too
in the canyons and on the banks
singing all over Mexico.
Author: Dolores Batista
Ku xëëw kidaknë
Kuchëpë'y jatnëp yëh,
Yukjotm jäts aamjiotm witity
Tsap ix mts
Jäts x'aaxtukt ka pië'y
Madi mtuu mojëp.
Ku xiëëny tyaakt,
Duún pitsnëdë ixëm jëën
Nëy duún ixëm kuma'y,
N'its xëëw kiäxjëkomë jaduúk o'k.
When the sun goes down
Into a feline of flowers it becomes,
Travel through jungles and mountains
So that you take it for nagual.
Under the moonlight
Observe the celestial vault
And you will discover the jaguar flowers
That each day will guide your steps.
When the dawn appeared,
They go out like the fire,
Just like in a night dream,
And the day greets us again.
Author: Martín Rodríguez Arellano
Naya ', neza biga'
rendani ti lari quichi '
cayapani chonna guie'xiña'rini
Xti chú nayaca
cayua 'ti xabú
canda 'naxhi guie' riele 'ndaani' nisa
Lu gueela nanda'di '
Head 'lii guxhalelu' lidxilu '
guinaazelu 'ca guie' di '
guicaalu 'naxhi xticani
ne cuidxilu 'naa gaze nia' lii
Ra ma 'cayaba nisa luguialu'
naa zutiide 'xabuca
guidabi ladilu ', guichaiquelu' ...
qui ziuu guendariuba ne guenda rini '
My left hand
wrapped with white gloves
save three red flowers.
My right hand,
holds a soap
scented with lilies.
This candid night
you will be flooded with sweat.
I hope you open the door for me
receive the flowers
breathe its aroma
and you invite me to take a bath.
As the water runs through your body
I will slide the soap
for your skin, hair ...
slowly and quietly.
Author: Francisco de la Cruz
Xlakata stakkgoy x'akgan,
xlakata mastay xtawakat,
Wa xpalakata anán xatilinklh kiwi,
Shovel kum na'anán akgxkgolh
chu xa tlimink sen.
nastakgwnankgoy laktsu tawan,
namawikgoy xtalakapastakni spun
kxakgspún xakaspupulu kilhtamakú.
Because its branches grow,
because they bear fruit,
because they produce good shade.
That's why there are lame trees,
trees that do not get used
to grow in other fields.
Wounded from eye to eye,
lip to lip,
From ear to ear.
But as long as there are old logs
and pots of rain,
small leaves will sprout,
to feed the memory of the birds
over the desert of days.
Author: Manuel Espinosa Sainos
Nonantzin ihcuac nimiquiz,
huan cuac tiaz titlaxcal chihuaz,
ompa nopampa xichoca.
Huan tla acah mitztlah tlaniz:
-Zoapille, tleca tichoca?
xiquilhui xoxouhqui in cuahuitl,
ceilingchcti ica popoca.
My mother, when i die,
bury me next to your bonfire
and when you go to make the tortillas,
there cry for me.
And if someone asked you:
-Lady why are you crying?
Tell him that the firewood is very green
and it makes you cry with so much smoke.
Bin in tz'uutz 'a chi
Tut yam x cohl
X ciichpam zac
And an and an a u ahal
I will kiss your mouth
among the cornfield plants,
you must hurry.
Momiu yezcuepontiu, in mitl cuiea 'yeztli'
aman xquita 'quen yezuetzi' maca xcauili 'mayezuetzi',
tlamo yeztlamiz pampa yehua 'ica yeztli nemi'
uan a yeztli 'monemiliz.
uan mixayo 'manocuepa' yeztli '.
Timotlamitoc uan moyezio 'no' tlantoc.
Zan xquita 'tonahli' Uan xquita 'cuacalaqui',
uan cuaquiza ', they love in motonal
uan xcauili 'mitl maya' ipan tonahli '
uan maquiyezquixtiti 'pampa in tonahli'
motonal uan tiquitaz cuacalaquiz tonahli ',
chichiliuiz chichiliuiz, uan a chichiltic tlin tiquitaz,
Uan moztla '
ocee tonahli 'yez.
Your arrow is gushing blood,
Now watch the blood drain from him, don't let the blood drain,
if not, the blood will end, because she lives with blood and that blood is your life.
Why don't you cry And your tears I hope they turn to blood.
You are running out and your blood is running out too
Go to the sun and see when it sets, and when it appears,
now this is your day and let the arrow go to the sun.
I hope he draws blood because this day is your day
and you will see when the sun goes down, it will redden, and that red that you will see,
It will be the blood of the sun and tomorrow another day will be.