When the earth awakens
and the sun kisses the agave,
The small treasures of the mountain emerge,
like offerings hidden at dawn.

Escamol heralds spring,
white jewel under the root;
The chicatana worm arrives with the rain,
brief messenger of the gray sky.

The grasshopper dances among the cornfields,
light as the passing wind;
and in the heart of the maguey,
the worm keeps silent
the ancient fire of the ancestral agave.

Every insect has its own time,
Every climate brings its own gift,
each season raises its song
on the land that has fed us.

Escamoles, grasshoppers, chicatanas
and maguey worms
They are a living memory of Mexico,
food of our grandparents,
sacred heritage of the land
and eternal song of our past.