Song, (from Cantares Mexicanos)
Song is a flower-place within my soul.
The vapor-scent befuddles me.
My heart grows sweetly drunk in the joy-place
Before the Ever-Present, Ever-Near
Image: Two Aztec singer/shamans, Codex Borbonicus, Paris
 Compound words are a stylistic feature of the flowery Nahuatl of Cantares Mexicanos.