Of all the flowers in the field,
Not one can equal my Princess?



Piqui Chaqui.

Still, my master, thou dost rave.
I think I never saw thy love.
Stay! was it her who yesterday
Came forth with slow and faltering steps
And sought a solitary[FN#10] path[FN#11]?
If so, 'tis true she's like the sun,
The moon less beauteous than her face.[FN#12]



[FN#10] Rurun, desert, solitude.

[FN#11] Tasquiy, to march; tasquina, promenade, path.

[FN#12] Cusi Coyllur, while daylight lasted, was, in the eyes of Piqui
Chaqui, like the sun. A change takes place at twilight, and at night
she is like the moon.




Ollantay.