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Hinapaccmi yupasccani Mana caypi yachacuspa.

And I have not counted While I have lived here.

Pitu Salla.
Huc chunca hinacha huatan Hinatan ñocca yupani.	She has about ten years, So I count.

Cusi Coyllur.
Yman ccampa sutinquicca?	What is your name?

Yma Sumac.
Yma Sumac sutei carccan Chaypas suteitan pactarccan.	They call me Yma Sumac. But perhaps I am not like my name.

Cusi Coyllur.
Ay huahua! Ay urpillay! Cay ccascoyman asuycamuy Ccanmi canqui samillay Ñoccacc huahuay, hamuy, hamuy, Cusiy cachun millay, millay, Chay sutitan churancayqui.	O my child! O my dove! Come to my bosom; Thou art my joy. My child! Come! Come! My joy is many many times, For I gave thee that name.
[Embraces her.

Yma Sumac.
Mamay! ymatan ruranqui Ama ari saqque huaychu Recsicuyqui llaquiypacchu Usucpacchu saqquehuanqui Pimanatacc cutirisac	O mother! what do you do? Have I known thee only to weep? Hast thou left me alone? To whom shall I fly? Where shall I turn?