beautiful
wife.
There, here's our simple hut,
Our ancient family abode.
A guest is always welcome here,
Come, feel at home after a long road.
Open up, Agaza dear,
A guest's been sent our way.
There must be no doubt in believing
That our house has been blessed.
Let's see how good are you at receiving
A new acquaintance in your nest.
Peace to the comer under our roof.
Peace to you too, and may in truth
You prosper with your husband and kids.
Kistins, our blood enemy
Is taking lodging with Dzhokhola.
Of our hills the worst highwayman,
The bloodsucker of our peaceful land,
It seems Dzhokhola, our tribesman,
Has never seen him in our highland.
Now he's in our grip, warmonger,
For old hurts we'll pay him tough.
We'll now see whose hand is stronger.
Hasn't he had our blood enough?
The neighbor killed by him last spring
Demands an act of vengeance.
Kistins, our blood enemy
Is taking lodging with Dzhokhola.
But we have not been weakened yet,
We'll have the enemy's blood yield.
If not, let women, not men at that,
Take to carry our sword and shield.
Kistins, our blood enemy
Is taking lodging with Dzhokhola.
The neighbor killed by him last spring
Demands an act of vengeance.
If we respect our fathers' behest,
How can we just forget and rest?
Kistins, our blood enemy
Is taking lodging with Dzhokhola.
The neighbor killed by him last spring
Demands an act of vengeance.
But we have not been weakened yet,
We'll have the enemy's blood yield.
If not, let women, not men at that,
Take to carry our sword and shield.
Kistins, you've all gone mad or so?
Whose guest is lying here tied and
tame?
Why, in contempt of the old law,
You've put me to such shame?
I swear by Mohamed's faith
That hospitality is our honor.
If you forgot it in your rave,
I've got my gun, you know.
Oh, fool, just stop your blabber.
Who'd dare raise his wretched hand
At his own mother,
A bloody enemy to defend?
Come to your senses, oh, my foot!
Whom do you shelter in your home?
This guest and his host to boot
We'll push the highest mountain from.
How can you be such an oaf, truly?
In our mountains any kid
Can recognize Zviadauri.
But he has tricked you. Yes, he did.
Was not it him who plundered here?
Was not he hiding in the bush?
Like a beast, so cruel and severe,
Attacking us from his ambush?
Dzhokhola looks, and a hint of doubt
Crept in his heart for just a second.
And lost in thought, before the crowd
He hung his head, he stood and
reckoned.
Didn't he, the wild beast, on another
Occasion hid in our wood,
And then he killed your own brother,
And rode away with a winning hoot?
That's what I'm like, Zviadauri! -
The mountains echoed his rhyme.
How vicious a man is that Khevsuri
We have known since that time.
He grazes on his Khevsur grass
The cattle, which is ours by right.
He carried a fierce war with us
And roused the enemy to fight.
Why d'you disgrace, you poor wretch,
Yourself, your wife, your homestead,
And in your blindness of no match
You share with him your bread and bed?
You may be right, it may be so,
But what you say is not the cause
For taking in your hands the law.
You're twice as villainous, of course.
Kistins, he's my guest today,
And even if he has amassed
A sea of blood, there's no way
That a highlander betrays his guest.
Let go, Musa, and step aside,
Don't torture him, you killer.
As soon as he goes outside,
Then do what you like, whatever.
Neighbors, it's not on the high road
You threaten the enemy with strength.
What answer, standing in my abode,
You're going to give to our hearth?
O, woe is you, Kistins, what for
An unarmed man are you so bold
To overwhelm and scorn the law
Of our fathers centuries old?
You'll get it too. What d'you expect?
Tie up the scoundrel right away,
As long as he does not respect
The tribal order we obey.
Since we've laid hands on the Khevsur,
We don't blame you lock and stock.
Yet on account of that giaour
You fight your