Pachacuti.

The time has arrived, O great Chiefs,
To decide on the coming campaign.
The spring is approaching us now,
And our army must start for the war.
To the province of Colla[FN#21] we march--
There is news of Chayanta's[FN#22] advance.
The enemies muster in strength,
They sharpen their arrows and spears.



[FN#21] Colla-suyu, the basin of lake Titicaca.

[FN#22] Chayanta, a tribe in the montana south of the Collas.




Ollantay. O King, that wild rabble untaught
Can never resist thine array;
Cuzco alone with its height
Is a barrier that cannot be stormed.
Twenty four thousand of mine,
With their champis[FN#23] selected with care,
Impatiently wait for the sign,
The sound of the beat of my drums,[FN#24]