Ni huqninpas ni wakinpas
Llapan dukturchanuka
opakuna
lonlokuna
tukuy laya hanllakukuna:
ni wakinpas
ni huqninpas
ñoqaykuqa
ñoqanchikllam
kayku
Ch’awiyuyu mama
Mayu patapi
q’illu t’ikaq yuyucha,
inti taytaq k’anchaykusqan,
killa mamaq llanthuykusqan.
Munay munay wiñaqcha
phuyuq hump’inwan ch’aqchuykusqa,
hallp’aq sunqunmanta phuturimuq,
ch’awiyuyucha wata ch’uñu mama.
Manaña imaypas kaqtinqa,
sulla samaychaykiwan,
wawachaykunaq uyachanta
uphaykuspa, much’aykuspa,
watan watan mana tukukuspa
yuraq waqtanchaykita mikhukuyku,
yana inqichaykuman hunt’achikuyku
kusisqa inqipas t’iqi t’iqicha
phullakuyku.
Ch’awiyuyu mamacha,
inti taytaq k’anchaykusqan,
killa mamaq llanthuykusqan,
q’illu sumbriru t’ikacha,
q’umir pullera ch’awicha.
Yanayña urpiyña wikch’uwaqtinpas,
uyachaykita qhawa-qhawayukuspa,
inqipas t’iqi t’iqichataraq,
kushkalla kawsakushansunchis.
Iphu para, Sumac para
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.
Amaña Jinataqa
Amaña jinataqa Pachamamata muchuchinachu
Amaña jinataq uywakunata,
sach’akunata ruphachinachu
Amañana jinataqa kawsayta jark’anachu.
Mayukuna purichunku
Sach’akuna p’utuchunku
T’ikakuna wayran tusuchunku
Simikuna qhaparispa uyarikuchunku
¡Amaña jinataqa! ¡Amaña kay lawray nanaytaq!
¡Amaña wañuytaqa!
T’ikha Takiy / Song to the Flowers
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…
