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Santuyuqmi nisuptinku
Tankar kichkachallay

Tayta Arguedasllay

Aswan qan yuyariwayku

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papapas riqcharimunqaña
papapas tukuramunqaña

Illimani, Canto a Illimani, Puma (Quechua), Puma (Spanish), P’uncayniykipi…

ByKilku Warak’a

To listen to the audio recording of Kilku Warak’a reading his poetry at the Institute of Peruvian-North American Culture in Cusco, 1958 (archived at the US Library of Congress), click here.

Illimani (00:35)

Canto a Illimani (04:49)

Puma (Quechua) (8:55)

Puma (Spanish) (09:51)

P’uncayniykipi (10:45)

En tu día (11:36)

Hatun Qusqu (12:28)

Cuzco grandioso (13:44)

Qusqu runa (15:00)

Hombre del Cuzco (15:45)

Harawikuq napaykuyki (16:38)

Poeta, yo te saludo (17:36)

Tupaq Amaru (Quechua) (18:35)

Tupaq Amaru (Spanish) (20:54)

Macupikcu (23:51)

Machupijchu (29:58)

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 (Sumac ñusta)

ByEl Inca Garcilaso de la Vega

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.

Mamaquca

ByKilku Warak’a

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

¹Kilku Warak’a’s idiosyncratic use of the consonant “c” in place of the customary “ch” in his Quechua orthography is noteworthy here. In this case, “qucha” becomes “quca” with this substitution.

Kawsaq

ByIrma Álvarez Ccoscco

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.

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…

Semantic Parallelism

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