"And here are the deeds of Zipacna, the first son of Seven Macaw.
“I am the maker of mountains,” says Zipacna.
And this is Zipacna, bathing on the shore.
Then the 400 boys passed by dragging a log, a post for their hut. The 400 boys were walking along, having cut a great tree for the lintel of their hut.
And then Zipacna went there, he arrived where the 400 boys were:
“What are you doing, boys?”
“It's just this log. We can’t lift it up to carry it.”
“I'll carry it. Where does it go? What do you intend to use it for?”
“It's just a lintel for our hut.”
“Very well," he replied.
And then he pulled it, or rather carried it, right on up to the entrance of the hut of the 400 boys.
“You could just stay with us, boy. Do you have a mother and father?”
“Not so,” he replied.
“We’d like some help tomorrow in cutting another of our logs, a good post for our hut”
“Good”, he replied.
After that the 400 Boys shared their thoughts:
"About this boy: what should we do with him?"
"We should kill him, because what he does is not good. He lifted that log all by himself. Let's dig a big hole for him, and then we'll throw him down in the hole. We’ll say to him:
‘Why are you spilling dirt in the hole?’ And when he is wedged down in the hole we’ll wham a big log down behind him. Then he should die in the hole,” said the 400 boys.
And when they had dug a hole, one that went deep, they called for Zipacna:
"We’re asking you to please go on digging out the dirt. We can’t go on," he was told.
"Very well," he replied.
After that he went down in the hole.
"Call out when enough dirt has been dug, when you're getting down deep," he was told.
"Yes," he replied, then he began digging the hole. But the only hole he dug was for his own salvation. He realised that he was to be killed, so he dug a separate hole to one side, he dug a second hole for safety.
"How far is it?" The 400 boys called down to him.
"I'm digging fast. When I call to you, the digging will be finished," said Zipacna, from down in the hole. But he's not digging at the bottom of the hole, in his own grave; rather, the hole he's digging is for his own salvation.
After that, when Zipacna called out, he had gone to safety in his own hole. Then he called out:
"Come here, take the dirt, the fill from the hole. It's been dug. I have really gone down deep! Can't you hear my call? As for your call, it just echoes down here, it sounds to me as if you were on another level, or two levels away” said Zipacna from his hole. He is hidden in there, he calls out from down in the hole. Meanwhile, a big log is being dragged along by the boys. And then they threw the log down in the hole.
"Isn't he there? He doesn't speak."
"Let's keep on listening. He should cry out when he dies," they said among themselves. They're just whispering, and they've hidden themselves, each one of them, after throwing down the log. And then he did speak, now he gave a single cry. He called out when the log fell to the bottom.
"Right on! He's been finished!"
"Very good! We've done him in, he's dead."
"What if he had gone on with his deeds, his works? He would have made himself first among others and taken our place-we, the 400 boys!" They said.
Now they enjoyed themselves: "On to the making of our sweet drink! Three days will pass, and after three days let's drink to dedicate our hut-we, the 400 boys!" They said. "And tomorrow we'll see, and on the day after tomorrow we'll see whether or not ants come from the ground when he's stinking and rotting. After that our hearts will be content when we drink our sweet drink," they said. But Zipacna was listening from the hole when the boys specified "the day after tomorrow.”
And on the second day, when the ants collected, they were running, swarming. Having taken their pickings under the log, they were everywhere, carrying hair in their mouths and carrying the nails of Zipacna. When the boys saw this:
"He's finished, that trickster! Look here how the ants have stripped him, how they've swarmed. Everywhere they carry hair in their mouths. It's his nails you can see. We've done it!" They said among themselves.
But this Zipacna is still alive. He just cut the hair of his head and chews off his nails to give them to the ants.
And so the 400 boys thought he had died.
After that, their sweet drink was ready on the third day, and then all the boys got drunk, and once they were drunk, all 400 of those boys, they weren't feeling a thing.
After that the hut was brought down on top of them by Zipacna. All of them were completely flattened. Not even one or two were saved from among all the 400 boys. They were killed by Zipacna, the son of Seven Macaw.
Such was the death of those 400 boys. And it used to be said that they entered a constellation, named Hundrath after them, though perhaps this is just a play on words.
And this is where we shall explain the defeat of Zipacna by the two boys, Hunahpu and Xbalanque.” (The Popol Vuh, translated by Dennis Tedlock 81-84)