I want to draw you (Namor x Shuri)

I want to draw you...

tz'a u lemcech ciichcelmil a nok

tz'a hatz'utz xanaab;

ch'uuicinzah a nuucuuch tuup;

tu tupil a xicin;

tz'a malob ooch';

tz'a u keexiloob a x ciichpan caal;

tz'a, uu baakaaal

hop men hop tu nak a kab

t kailbelt can i laac ciichpameech

hebiix maix maace

uay tu t cahil

H' Tz'iitbalcheé

(Put on your beautiful clothes;

the day of happiness has arrived;

comb the tables from your hair;

put on your most attractive clothes

and your splendid leather;

hang great pendants in the lobes of

your ears; put on

a good belt; string garlands

around your shapely throat;

put shining coils

on your plump upper arms.

Glorious you will be seen,

for none is more beautiful here

in this town, the seat of Dzitbalché.)

Namor can hear some of the tall weeds rustle behind him. He pays it no mind, thinking its the slight breeze in the air causing it to do so. He continues on singing as hes looking at the river.

'Cah in yacumaech

X Cichpan Colebiil

Lai beiltic

in kaat ca ilabe'ech

h'aach zempeech

ciichpamech,

tu men cu yan

ca chiipaac ech ti x buutz' ek,

tu men ca u tz'ibooltech

tac lail

u yetel u x lol nicte kaax.

Chen zacan

zacan a nok,

h' x zuhuy,

xen a tz'a u cimac olil a chee