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¡Qhun! ¡Qhun! Ñispa para chayaykamun,
qhallallaqlla chakra uqharikamun,
sach’akuna munaywan khiwirikuspa parapaq tusuykachanku
urqukunataq lliphirisaq qullqi chukchanta
patamanta pacha kachaykamun
Pachamama junt’a kawsayta qallarin.

Ñuqapis yakuwan pukllayta munani,
¡Ch’allpaq! ¡Ch’allpaq! kayta, jaqayta phinkiykachani.
¡Yaw! Imataq jayqayri? Janapachapi lliphirichkanri?
Imaymana llimp’iyuq ñawisniyta kusirichichkanri?

“ ¡Qhawariy! ¡Qhawariy! Inti llimp’ikunawan puklllarichkan,
chayta rikunapaq kay pachata llimp’ikunawan t’ikanchana”,
chaqrakunata qhawarispa ñiwaq awichayqa:
“Q’umirwan, pukawan, q’illuwan, mulluwan,
anqaswan, kulliwan, willapiwan …
Pachamama kusirikuspa parap qarpayninwan,
intip ruphayninwan, runap munayninwan
K’uychita ruwanqa.”
ñiwaq awichayqa …

Iphu para chayamuchkan
Urqunta wasaykamuchkan
Wayrawan khuska phukurispa
Ch’illchi! Ch’illchi! ñispa
Pachamamata rikch’arichichkan.

Uyayta uqharini, sunquy junt’a jap’ini
Ch’uwa yakun llamkhariwan
Asiymanta wañuchiwan.

¡Parachun khuritupaq!
¡Parachun khuritupaq!
Chiwanku p’isqu qhaparin
Paypis parata mañarin.

¡Kaylan! ¡Kaylan!
K’ayla Maria qucha kantupi takirichkan
Parawan khuska jamp’atuta suyarichkan.

Iphu para sumaq para
Pachamama t’impinpi jap’isunki
Mayukunapi purichisunki
Mama quchapi tantasunki.

¡Paramuy! ¡Paramuy!
Paraqay mama mañakusunki
Ch’umpi paywarunta jaywasunki
yuraq kirun chiqchimusunki.

¡T’akaq! ¡t’akaq! ¡T’akaq!
Sarata llamkharispa
Chakraman chimpaykunki.
Iphu para tukuypaqpis sumaq para.

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…

Pachaq tukuyninpim
warmakawsay puririn
auki taytakunawan kuskanchakuspa

Chakiykunataqmi
qallarisqa yupiyta muntipi saqin

Qarqausqa ripuytaqmi qallaykum

Maykaman purina?
Imam mikuna?
Imatam irqikunaman quna?
Maypim tutayaq punchawpi qanrachasqanku
sumaq warmikunaq mujun?
Imaraq chay tutapunchawpi
kawsaypa paqarimuynin?
Maypiraq sutinku?

Kukapa rapichallanmi
ñawsa tampiyninwan
ichu ichuk sunqunpi
puriyniyta pakan

Warmikunataqmi
llakinpatapi sunita sayan
payukunaqa
ritipa manaña kutimuq
kuchuyninmi

Mulliq huchuychalla ñawinchantaqmi
warma kawsayta pakan,
manchapakuspanmi
llaqtallayqa puririn
kay qarqusqa puriyqa ñuqaqmi nispa

Lliwchaykutaqmi puririniku
kirisqa puskapi
sachakuyniykuta awaspa