From Apu Ollantay: A Drama of the Time of the Incas by Clements R. (Clements Robert), Sir Markham

But wilt thou abandon the Star? (OLLANTAY: What can I do, alas! Since she has disappeared? Alas, my dove! my sweet princess.) 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, 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.

Piqui Chaqui Monologue from Apu Ollantay: A Drama of the Time of the Incas

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