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Cusi Coyllur. O charming child, the seed of love,
Sweet flower for my broken heart,
I have been thrust in this abyss.
I once was joined to a man
As pupil is part of the eye;
But alas! has he forgotten me?
The King knew not that we were joined
By such indissoluble bonds,
And when he came to ask my hand,
That King dismissed him in a rage,
And cruelly confined me here.
Many years have passed since then,
Yet, as you see, I'm still alive;
No single soul have I beheld
For all those sad and dismal years,
Nor have I found relief nor hope.
But who art thou, my dear, my love,
So young, so fresh, so pitiful?
Yma Sumac. I too, like thee, am full of grief,
For long I've wished to see and love,
My poor forlorn and sad princess.
No father, no mother are mine,
And there are none to care for me.
Cusi Coyllur. What age art thou?
Yma Sumac. I ought to number many years,
For I detest this dreadful house,
And as it is a dreary place,
The tune in it seems very long.
Pitu Salla. She ought to number just ten years
According to the account I've kept.
Cusi Coyllur. And what is thy name?
Yma Sumac. They call me Yma Sumac now,
But to give it me is a mistake.
Cusi Coyllur. O my daughter! O my lost love,