To This My Song (Caylla llapi)
Ñawinchay, mayqin simipi:
Runasimi
castellano
To this my song
You will sleep.
In dead of night
I will come.
Meet The Author
Beautiful Maiden (Sumac ñusta)
Beautiful maiden
Thy brother
Thine urn
Is now breaking.
And for this cause
It thunders and lightens
Thunderbolts also fall.
But thou, royal maiden
With thy clear waters
Dropping rain
And sometimes also
Will give us hail
Will give us snow
The creator of the world
Pachacamac
Viracocha
For this duty
Has appointed you
Has created you.
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Mamaquca
Titiqaqa mama quca1
hanaq pacaq waqayni qispi umiña
kusi sunqun qhawaykuyki ñawiri hunt’ata
kawsayniytaqmi wayt’arin sumaq sani unuykipi
Sapa p’uncay illariqtinmi
Inti tayta muc’arisunki
quri siminpa yawrayninpitaq
muyuykuqniyki urqukunantin
pukaq’umirraq saniq’illuraq
imasumaqta t’ikaykacanki
Cawpi p’uncay cayamuqtintaq
lirpuman tukun unuyki
rit’i c’ulluyuq apukunaq
uyanku qhawakunanpaq
C’anpiq tutaq p’anpaykusqantaq
yana lliklla hina mast’arikunki
khutu wayrawan aytiykukuspa;
t’uqyaq qhaqyataq lliplliyninwan
q’inqupallayta awarin
k’upacasqa unuykipi
Chinkana
Chinkana machaykunaman riq.
Mana riqsisqa ñankunaman
atipakuq!
Mana qasilla kaq
kita!
Mana takyay atiq
sallqa!
Millay!
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P’uncayniykipi
Awsankatiq k’awcinmantan1
rit’ita asiricispan
quri inri wac’irimun;
tukuy urkun rikc’arimun
tukuy t’ikan llanllarimun
p’uncayniyki cayamuqtin
Ñuqataqmi anca kusisqa
hatun sunqu napaykuyki,
punamantan apamuyki
huq llawt’uta mat’iykipaq
ichumanta awasqata
yawarniywan minisqata
Tuta pukllaq quyllurmantan
asiyninta p’itimuni
simiykiman curanaypaq;
yuraq ñukñu rit’imantan
waqayninta suwamuni
sunquykita qarpanaypaq
Kawsay sipas t’ika mukmu
amapuni ñawiykipi
wiqi unu rurucuncu
amapuni sunquykipi
llaki phuyu tiyacuncu
kawsay kusi wiñay wata
Simi
My words cannot conjure the things you do
my idle tongue
writes towards a vanishing
My words cannot enclose all that you are
a trembling of thorns
absolutes exist nowhere
My words are no match for your retreat
give voice to my affliction
say fire