La Leyenda de los Volcanes

El Rey tena una hija muy hermosa llamada Iztlachuatl. La princesa y el guerrero Popocatpetl estaban
enamorados.
Era poca de grandes batallas entre los diferentes pueblos que luchaban por tener el control del Valle de
Mxico, as como buen guerrero, Popocatpetl tuvo que cumplir su misin en la guerra.
Antes de partir, la princesa le prometi que lo esparara por siempre jams.
l, que parta muy preocupado, pidi al rey que le concediera la mano en matrimonio de la princesa si
volva vencedor, a lo que el Rey accedi dicindole que si a su regreso traa en la punta de su lanza la
cabeza del cacique enemigo, Popocatpetl, sera premiado como hroe y su lecho de amor estara
preparado.
As Popocatpetl parto determinado en cumplir su encargo la ms pronto posible y regresar a desposar
a la bella Iztlachuatl, quien paciente esperaba la hora de que su amado llegara victorioso.
Pas mucho tiempo, el noble Guerrero enfrent incontables batallas en toda la tierra, en la lluvia, en el
fro y en el calor, pero pasaban los meses y no encontraba al cacique enemigo.
Pasaron los aos y Popocatpetl no volva, la princesa, fiel a su promesa segua esperndolo. En fin, un
consejero malvado al Rey minti dicindole a la princesa que su amado haba muerto en la batalla.
Lleno de tristeza y desesperacin, Iztlachuatl se falleci para qu estuviera con su amado.
Popocatpetl regres victorioso un poco despus la muerte de Iztla con la cabeza del cacique en la
punta de su lanza y sus esperanzas puestas en su corazn se acercaba al palacio del Gran Rey, quien
sali a su encuentro lloroso y muy triste, solo para anunciarle que la joven y bella princesa haba
fallecido.
Popocatpetl, envuelto el llanto y desesperacin corri haca su amado, solo para encontrar donde yaca
dormida bajo el sol. Entonces el noble Guerrero postrado ante el cuerpo de su amada, se inclin y sinti
en sus labios la boca que nunca en vida pudo besar.
Quebrado en sus rodillas, Popocatpetl profundamente triste y desilusionado porque comprenda que
de nada le servira la gloria, el poder y la riqueza, sin el amor de Iztlachuatl.
El Guerrero tom entre sus brazos el cuerpo de su amada, camin hacia las montaas y la coloc en la
cima de la montaa ms alta, encendi una fogata y se arrodill a sus pies velando eternamente su
sueo eterno.
Pasaron los aos, sus cuerpos permanecieron inmviles y despus de varios siglos, cubiertos por las
nieves eternas, formaron los dos volcanes que ahora llevan su nombre y vigilan por siempre el Valle de
Anahuac. Hasta hoy se puede or al Popo llorando por su amada cuando el volcn arroja.

The Legend of the Volcanoes

The King had a very beautiful daughter named Iztlacihuatl. The princess and the warrior Popocatepetl
were in love.
It was a time of great battles among all the different tribes, who fought for control of the Valley of
Mexico. As a good warrior, Popocatepetl had to complete his mission in the war.
Before leaving, the princess promised him she would wait forever for him.
Preoccupied upon leaving, he asked the King if he would grant in marriage the hand of the princess if he
returned the victor. The King agreed, telling him that if he returned with the head of the enemy
overlord on the tip of his spear, Popocatepetl would be rewarded as a hero and his wedding would be
prepared.
Popocatepetl left determined to complete his charge as soon as possible and return to marry the
beautiful princess, who waited patiently the hour of her lovers victorious return.
A long time had passed and the noble warrior fought in countless battles throughout all the land, in the
rain, in the cold and in the heat. The months passed and he didnt find the enemy overlord.
Years passed and Popocatepetl did not return. The princess, faithful to her promise, continues to wait
for him. Finally the Kings evil counselor lied to the princess, telling her that her lover had been killed in
battle.
Full of sadness and desperation, Iztlacihuatl passed away in order to be with her lover.
Popocatepetl returned victorious soon after Iztlas death with the head of the overlord on the tip of his
spear and hope in his heart approached the palace of the Great King, who came to meet him sad and
crying, only to announce that the young and beautiful princess had died.
Popocatepetl, wrapped with tears and desperation, ran toward his lover only to find where she laid
down to sleep under the sun. Then, the warrior prostrated himself before his lovers body. Leaning
over, he felt on his lips the mouth he never in life could kiss.
Broken on his knees, Popocatepetl profoundly sad and disappointed because all the glory, power, and
riches would be worthless without the love of Iztlacihuatl.
The warrior took his lovers body in his arms and carried her to the mountains and placed her on top of
the tallest mountain. He lit a fire and knelt at her feet to eternally watch over her dreams.
Years passed and their bodies remained immovable. After many centuries, covered with eternal snow,
their bodies formed into two volcanoes that carry their names and are always watching over the Valley
of Anahuac. Today, Popo can still be heard crying for his lover when the volcano erupts.