The hill gets angry
To the dawn, of the ranch the shepherdess left
to the hill with their cluster of sheep and goats.
Cooked flour took the I prepare,
it brandished in the skillful one the wool sling.
Catching "amancays" the shepherdess won
of the arid hill the highest summit,
where they only have the winds
that in the sun in the rocks they become agitated and they bellow.
An avid condor flought the shepherdess,
that he fell to it itches on the one pounded.
But he never made it that the jealous hill,
Having it for panting earth and without speech.
To the sentences the shepherdess took
he kept in the folds sheep and goats.
Wanting their mother to count him the event,
Not but that some grotesque signs baste.
Oh jealous hill the sad shepherdess,
Spirits, he lost in the mountain.
The old fortune-teller will come from her cave,
that the genius of the hill knows, and it appeases.
At midnight the shepherdess prays
under the stars in the sunk yard...
the old fortune-teller leans out to him
he screams to the spirit that in the vague path.