Gudan Cross,
Its hold over the village is impressing
And all its slaves all over across
Are strong by only its blessing.
The lord loves Khevsurs, it is known.
Believe me, you're not alone
Who is loved by powers of heaven.
Our ruler is the Gudan Cross,
Its hold over the village is impressing.
Tell me, Aluda, who's it for
That you make a sacrifice today?
Today this sacrifice I make
For Mutsal who was never christened.
Bless it, I beg, for heaven's sake,
For the hero's honor not be treasoned.
Please, Verdiya, perform the rite,
To give away a steer I'm willing,
So that Mutsal wouldn't go right
To hell, like a thief or a villain.
What? To honor an infidel
You're willing like a Christian?
You must have gone insane as hell
When killed that foul Kistin!
Your ancestors of bygone era
Were proud of all of their victories.
You have no fear of God, you hero?
Don't heed the Devil's whisperings!
Is it the first time that you killed
Our vicious enemy, the Kistin?
Your ancestors of bygone era
Were proud of all of their victories.
You have no fear of God, you hero?
Don't heed the Devil's whisperings!
Don't turn me down, old man,
If you're a true believer in God.
I'm a slave of the Gudan Cross,
A Khevsur devoted to the faith.
You wag your tongue all just in vain,
There's no point in dissolute talk!
You wag your tongue all just in vain,
There's no point in dissolute talk.
Please, don't see it as a mortal sin,
The sacred sacrifice for Mutsal!
Look, people, here's your neighbor
Has no respect for our faith.
He sacrificed with his own hand
A steer for a lowly Kistin!
What does he think, that bragging
fiend?
That our community will spare him?
May he be damned by the Creator!
He does not deserve our pity!
Come close up around me,
The Khevsur sons, unless
We set the fire go free
Aluda won't come to sense!
Let's go burn and pillage
His home, and henceforth,
Exposed by the whole village,
He'll seek his haven by a foreign berth!
Destroy the scoundrel's tower,
Burn his supply of wheat and rye!
May our hearts exult over the flower
Of fire rising to the sky!
His sheep and goats we'll make to
Our communal property.
May he be damned by the Creator!
He does not deserve our pity!
May he be damned by the Creator!
He does not deserve our pity!
Where's our home? Our things?
There, only crows flap their wings.
They haven't left a stone standing.
Wait, son, I'm tired, be so kind.
I can't keep up that weary stride.
Lela, your wife, has fallen behind.
The kids are hungry without food,
Their feet are frozen from cold.
Why, getting up at such altitude,
We trudge in snow, with no road?
And on his dear native land
Aluda cast a final gaze.
Farewell, farewell, my dear home,
Farewell, my hunting roaming,
Where at daytime the sun to me shone,
Where at night the storm was roaring.
Farewell, my Cross, my ruler supreme,
The source of all my strength and
courage.
Here. Here.
What is it?
It's what you love.
What? What?
Life.
A human life.
Who are they burying?
Dzhodaroz. Dzhodaroz himself.
The great Dzhodaroz.
Can it be that
such an almighty man,
who had so much
power and authority,
has been conquered by death?
Was the life of such a man
but a phantom?
Has Dzhodaroz himself
become a ghost?
He was, and he is no more,
and will never be.
Did he ever think that
just like that, in an instant,
he would disappear forever,
disappear like a ghost?
Perhaps he did, or the man wouldn't
have achieved such glory and greatness.
That's how it has always been and
will be,
it will be so forever.
Winter will remain winter,
spring will be spring,
and summer will be like it was
before, like it is now.
But we'll be gone.
We'll leave this life,
turning to dust.
Only nature will never change,
it will always be like it is now.
Earth to earth,
ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
I did catch you,
you vile man,
you sordid soul.
Now I've got you.
Which grave have you
plundered today?