And here is some Aztec poetry, some of which is pretty good. I especially like some of King Nezahualcoyotl's works, which tend to dwell on the transcience of this world and longing for eternal truth.
All the earth is a grave and nothing escapes it, nothing is so perfectUpdate:Apparently, the disovery of the mask has in fact done few favours for the decipherment of Isthmian Script. The proposed decipherment has not produced a credible text out of the writing on the mask, and the whole attempt is drawing some serious criticism from other experts.
that it does not descend to its tomb. Rivers, rivulets, fountains and
waters flow, but never return to their joyful beginnings; anxiously
they hasten on the vast realms of the rain god. As they widen their
banks, they also fashion the sad urn of their burial.