Ma
ma
llay,
Kukallay,
Qhun qurisqa Ch’ill
misqapu wan; Iskay Makiy
wan Qan manta Hap’i payukus
paymi; Ta wantinsuyuq Apunkuna
man Phuku rispa, Ch’uya Sunquywan
Waqharishay ki, Tapurishayki. Kikillanta
Willarikuway, Mamallay, Willka Lap’i. May
qin T’ikatataq Kunanri Aqllarisaq? Nuqaqa
Munani, Chiripipas Wayrapipas, Llantuypa
Puka Lastrunta Qatispa Purillaqtam. Apu
Wamankunaq Rimayñinmi Kanki. Machuyku
naq Akunan, Kawsay Lap’i, Hanpi Lap’i.
Sut’intapuni Willariway, Kukallay,
Mamallay. Rimayñiykimantan Llapa
Kawsayñiy Hap’ipakun. Q’apay
ñiykiwan, Q’umir Uyaykiwan
puni, Ñiway: Pay T’ikatan
Apukuna Qanpaq
Aqllaran Ñispa.
Mamallay,
Kuka
llay!
Ma
ma
llay,
Kukallay,
Qhun qurisqa Ch’ill
misqapu wan; Iskay Makiy
wan Qan manta Hap’i payukus
paymi; Ta wantinsuyuq Apunkuna
man Phuku rispa, Ch’uya Sunquywan
Waqharishay ki, Tapurishayki. Kikillanta
Willarikuway, Mamallay, Willka Lap’i. May
qin T’ikatataq Kunanri Aqllarisaq? Nuqaqa
Munani, Chiripipas Wayrapipas, Llantuypa
Puka Lastrunta Qatispa Purillaqtam. Apu
Wamankunaq Rimayñinmi Kanki. Machuyku
naq Akunan, Kawsay Lap’i, Hanpi Lap’i.
Sut’intapuni Willariway, Kukallay,
Mamallay. Rimayñiykimantan Llapa
Kawsayñiy Hap’ipakun. Q’apay
ñiykiwan, Q’umir Uyaykiwan
puni, Ñiway: Pay T’ikatan
Apukuna Qanpaq
Aqllaran Ñispa.
Mamallay,
Kuka
llay!
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.
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
Imprison my flesh, if you want,
Harm my heart, if you want,
Tear away my hair, if you want,
Tie my hands and feet, if you want.
Perhaps,
Maybe you do not stop
Until you see my body rot.
If it is going to be like that,
Only my worms will take me to my mother Pachamama.
I will be there too!
I will feed the trees
with my rotting skin.
Yes,
I will grow fruit in any plant
So that my brothers
So that my sisters
Will be fed.
And, then my brothers,
And then my sisters
They will be strengthened
With my rebirth.
And, likewise,
I will scream
In the voices of my brother and sister:
“Yes! I’m Quechua!”
Do what you want!
Do what you want!
But, Never ever
Will you take away
who I am.
