No one ever goes out.
Here thou shalt see
All kinds of comforts—
Beautiful cloth of gold,
And sweet food.
The Virgins of Ynca blood
Love thee, all of them,
All the mistresses
Kiss and are fond of thee.
Thee alone they set apart,
Thee only they love
And embrace.
What more canst thou want?
Thou who shouldst serve the sisters,
Sit down with them all.
Thou shouldst also know
That thou art accounted noble,
And as a royal virgin.
Thou art as a child of the sun,
They guard thee, as belonging to the sun.
