The Train, its Wailing
Ñawinchay, mayqin simipi: 
Runasimi 
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I hear the wailing, the train
approaches from far away
honeyed dreams
tormented
carrying me instead to
serpentine, scabrous tracks
Deep in the night, the wailing
vanishes
only the song of the river who speaks
with her seething lashes
like blows that fall upon the soul
come to whisper, relating plunges foretold
Like the very cries of Time
I hear the echoes, the breaths
of my affliction
I search for a path to take flight
to cast off these fetters,
tying me to the void.
Where might I find a love
to hold me fast?
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Who am I?
I search for my shadow, in the brilliant light
seeing myself, I shudder
and in the silence, I hear
your heart.
In the Sun’s beard
my dreams ignite
in the upper-world colorful ashes
envelop me until night falls.
The mountains’ power
abandons me, callously
with salt-heavy tears
I wash away the trace
of my ephemeral path
Yet my delight is unbounded
dancing, lingering…
So now do you know
who I am?
Apachita
Pichinkupa takinta
mana uyarispa
rikchariyta chiqnini.
Ñawiyki mana k’anchaptin,
chilliku mana takiptin,
¿imapaqmi kawsayman?
Manam apachita
ñanniykipi kanichu.
Chusaqpi manam imaypas
ñuqapa kawaqchu.
Kuyakuq miski asnayki
hap’iwaptinpas.
Much’aykikuna k’añawaptinpas
manam imaypas qampa kasaqchu
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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
Juch’uylla
Kausayninchaj allin juch’uy,
wayraj phukuynin jinalla;
chayman jina kausananchaj
yan purej runa jinalla.
Kausasqaspa, ukhunchajta
uywanapaj, mikhunanchaj;
wañojtinchaj, qhepallanta
khuruspa mikunan kanchaj.
Who am I?
I search for my shadow, in the brilliant light
seeing myself, I shudder
and in the silence, I hear
your heart.
In the Sun’s beard
my dreams ignite
in the upper-world colorful ashes
envelop me until night falls.
The mountains’ power
abandons me, callously
with salt-heavy tears
I wash away the trace
of my ephemeral path
Yet my delight is unbounded
dancing, lingering…
So now do you know
who I am?
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tamya pakarimuni sumaklla
pankalla
mana pipa makipi wataytukushka kuyaylla chumpikunawanlla
pillurishka
ñuka samaypash tamya yaku urmakshinami wakakun
ñuka aychapash
ñawpa urkukunashina pukumukun ñawpa mamakunapa ushay
katimushka
chinkarishka ayllukunapa puma aya
tarimushka ñuka hatun mamami
chayamushka
tamya yakushina
mishki shimikunata apamushpa kunkarishka takikunata
uyachishpa paymi paypakaman shamushka may ninan
warmi kashka
