For you, and all are enemies,
Armed with their miserable clubs.



Ollantay.

If they all arose against me,
With this arm I'd fight them all
No one yet has beat this hand,
Wielding the champi sharp and true.



Piqui Chaqui.

I too would like to give a stroke
At least, if my enemy was unarmed.



Ollantay.

To whom?



Piqui Chaqui.

I mean that Urco Huaranca chief,