My own heart tells me it is so—
I'm sure that owl announces it.
We'll take to the hills at once.
Piqui Chaqui. But wilt thou abandon the Star?
Ollantay. What can I do, alas!
Since she has disappeared?
Alas, my dove! my sweet princess.
(Music heard among the rocks.)
Piqui Chaqui. Listen to that yarahui,
The sound comes from somewhere near.
(They sit on rocks.)
Song
In a moment I lost my beloved,
She was gone, and I never knew where;
I sought her in fields and in woods,
Asking all if they'd seen the Coyllur.
Her face was so lovely and fair,
They called her the beautiful Star,
No one else can be taken for her,
With her beauty no girl can compare.
Both the sun and the moon seem to shine,
Resplendent they shine from a height,
Their rays to her beauty resign
Their brilliant light with delight.
Her hair is a soft raven black,
Her tresses are bound with gold thread,
They fall in long folds down her back,
And add charm to her beautiful head.
Her eyelashes brighten her face,
Two rainbows less brilliant and fair,
