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Amaruq Churin

Tiqsi muyuq khatatayninwanmi
rit’i urqukuna upallarqa,
qapariyninta t’uqyarichispan
qayrayasqa Qorilazo chayamurqa,
wiñay kawsaq Anqoaylluhinan
antawaraq sunqunta kicharirqa
hanaq pacha ankahinataq
waylla ichutapas qaparichirqa.

Amaruq churin chayaramuqtinmi
lliw llaqta runaqa sayarirqa,
“lechucero” puka punchunta churakuspan
Walaychoqa plazaman yaykurqa,
Yawarnintapas ukyayta munanmanhinan
qayra Mishituta pukllapayarqa
wañuywanpas tupayta munanmanhinataq
wakaq waqranpipuni rikhurirqa.

Aya takikunata yuyarispanmi
María Angola chinliliykamurqa
lliw llaqta runataqmi huk rimayllapi
Apu Qaqansamanta mañakurqaku
¡Ama wañuychu Qorilazo wawqellay…!
¡Kawsachun Pancho Gómez Negrón …!;
hinallapin illapa tuqyarirparin
Walaychon qariy qariraq, makinta huqarispa
chumbivilcano runakunata napayukun.

¿Maypin purimurqanki Walaycho
wayanay raphranta mastarinankama?
¿Inti taytawanchu tupamurqanki
Killaq wiqintachu pichamurankipas?
ripusqaykimantapachan wawqellay
phiñakuyta wiñarichispa
pacha achikyay rikhurimunankama
llaqtaykuwan kuchka, kaypi tarikuyku.

Killaq Ususin

ByWashington Córdova Huamán

Kunanmi sutinta yuyarinku
takintapas sukarinku,
ñawpaqtan thuqllisqa purunkunapi
musquyninta tarpurqa
pukyuq ñawinkunapi
misk’i q’apayninta saqispa.

Kunanmi qillqasqanta ñawinchanku
wankaynintapas uyarinku,
ch’isillan qunqasqa wachukunapi
yawarninta ch’aqchuykurqa,
allpaq sunqun ukhupi
willakuyninta qillqarispa.

Kunanmi uyanta llaqllarinku
chayamunantapas willarikamunku,
ñawpaqmi rit’i orqoq sunqunpi
wiskachata hatarichimurqa
hanaq pachakunapi
qapariyninta mast’arispa.

Samayninwanmi ichhupas kusirikurqa
wiqinwantaq rosas wayta wiñarirqa,
panpata hallp’irispanmi
k’irisqa makinwan
hamuq punchawpi waytarinanpaq
musquynintapas panparqa.

Hayllinwanmi rumita q’uñirichirqa
tunruruyninwan tiqsi muyu katkatatarqa,
phinakuyninta khasturispanmi
llaqta masinkunawan
ñawpa wayllukuynin illarinanpaq
samariynintapas watarqa.

Qawayninwanmi thuta kusirikurqa
musquyninwantaq nina rawrarirqa,
ancha wayllukuyninwantaqmi
antawarata kicharisparaq
sara mama chikhllirimunanpaq
sunqunta kallpacharqa.

Mana waqlliq rimariyninmi
chaypi mast’arikurqa
manay chinkaq yupinpas
kaypin tarikurqa
mana wañuq musquynintaqmi
haqaypi paqarimurqa,
qayna punchawmi Urubamba mayu patapi
puriyninta tarirun,
kunanmi pakasqa k’uchukunapi
phiñakuynintapas thapachan
paqarintaqmi p’unchawpa raphinkunapi
kusikuynin wiñarinqa;
kaypin qaqata kurkuchakusparaq
kusi kawsayta chaskiykun,
chaypin qantu waytarinanpaq
Awkiwillkata rimapayarqa
waqpitaqmi yana pichiwmanqa
k’irichasqa q’intimanta willarirqa.

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ByYana Lucila Lema Otavalo

Tukuyllami kanchik
Kanchikra
Kaymi kanchik
—mamatapash charirkanchikmi
taytatapash charirkanchikmi
paykunami ñukanchik umapi sisa yakuta
sumak tullpu sisakunata churarka
alli kawsayta charichun nishpa
paykunami
llullu urpikunapa
millay pumakunapa
may illapakunapa
kuyllurkunapa shutikunawan shutichirka
ñukanchik shutikunaka
shuk shuk urkukunapi
shuk shuk rumikunapi
shuk shuk pukyukunapi
mana chinkarina shimikunami kan— shinami wawakunaman nishka
nin Otavalo kuraka taytaka

T’ikha Takiy / Song to the Flowers

ByElvira Espejo Ayca

Oh mallow root, mallow root
across these windswept heights,
my lover roams

Once young,
the sun was on the rise
and now,
the sun descends

The clouds advance, the winds they swell
The people come, from sorrows they come
With the rains they come, with the winds they come
and thus, for you, they come

Across the sapphire river, across the Pukara plain
In search of you I shall
walk on, and so, walk on

Near here, chikaylla you might come
So far, karumanta, you can’t wish to flee

Could that be you, just there
behind me?
and me here still searching
for you

And I will go down river
And I will go upriver
Where my love shall I find you?

Traversing the pampas of Oruro
crossing Bolivia
searching,
gathering just dahlias
weeping,
walking

I shall leave Oruro now
my woven aguayo
lost
carrying cloth for all things
what reason to remain?

And high above, Condor
soars
his white shawl tightly tied
above sacred Illimani’s peak
he ascends
Where is it now he is off to?

And so you are my only
And so I am yours only
And so we shall be together
weeping
on

I shall steal you away, leading you
Within my heart, leading you
away…