(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,
Her eyes full of mercy and grace,
With nought but two, suns can compare.
The eyelids with arrows concealed,
Gaily shoot their rays into the heart
They open, lo! beauty revealed,
Pierces through like a glittering dart.
Her cheeks Achancara[35] on snow,
Her face more fair than the dawn,
From her mouth the laughter doth flow,
Between pearls as bright as the morn.
Smooth as crystal and spotlessly clear
Is her throat, like the corn in a sheaf
Her bosoms, which scarcely appear,
Like flowers concealed by a leaf.
Her beautiful hand is a sight,
As it rests from all dangers secure,
Her fingers transparently white,
Like icicles spotless and pure.
OLLANTAY.
(rising).
That singer, unseen and unknown,
Has declared Coyllur’s beauty and grace;
He should fly hence, where grief overwhelms.
O Princess! O loveliest Star,
I alone am the cause of thy death,
I also should die with my love.
PIQUI CHAQUI.
Perhaps thy star has passed away,
For the heavens are sombre and grey.
OLLANTAY.
When they know that their Chief has fled,
My people will rise at my call,
They will leave the tyrant in crowds
And he will be nearly alone.
PIQUI CHAQUI.
Thou hast love and affection from men,
For thy kindness endears thee to all,
For thy hand’s always open with gifts,
And is closely shut only to me.
OLLANTAY.
Of what hast thou need?
PIQUI CHAQUI.
What? the means to got this and that,
To offer a gift to my girl,
To let others see what I have,
So that I may be held in esteem.
OLLANTAY.
Be as brave as thou art covetous,
And all the world will fear thee.