And Nawey decided once

To merry the girl of beauty

And the people around his land

Came to his wedding party

 

She was so tender and so sweet

The girl was kind hearted

That everyone when gazed at her

Her face much brightly lighted

 

The envy appeared in Mzauch’s heart,

It took most of his thoughts,

But he among the others,

Looked like as all his brothers

 

One evening night two faithful friends

Left their native village

They climbed together, it was night

Their path was leading up them quiet

 

They killed so many goats and birds

It was successful hunting

But Mzauch’s heart was not calm

The bad thought only starting

 

They entered under the shadow of trees

The friends were much tired

Nawey lay down and fell asleep

He slept and was so quit

 

Only the wind was blowing than

Watching Nawey sleeping

Although Mzauch was his better friend

In his heart he was cruelly willing

 

Mzauch took his own gun

The gun went off so sharply

The sound reached the hills so far,

It cut the air deeply

 

Nawey could hardly say a word,

He was now dying

Nobody has seen his death

Only the wind was blowing.

 

To the wind he has addressed

The wind would know his sorrow

He asked the wind to tell his wife

That he was dying in harrow

 

When Mzauch turned back home 

The people were astonished

 He left his friend in the wood alone

For this he would be punished 

 

The whole year his wife much cried

And she could do nothing

Mzauch was waiting for a long time

The days were slowly passing

 

Mzauch said to her brothers soon

That he was so unhappy

He wished to marry to his friend’s wife

With her he would be happy

 

Her brother’s thought and they agreed

And Mzauch got soon married

Six years passed, his son grew up

The secret in the heart was carried

 

One day Mzauch sat under the tree,

The wind was slowly blowing

Suddenly he so loudly laughed

Thinking about strange feeling

 

She asked for him again and again

But he was keeping laughing,

Much time passed and he thought

It would happen nothing.

 

The women heard the words from him

Everything became clear

She wished to give him also the death,

To kill him beard she idea

 

Her brothers found Navey’s bones

They were soon carried

In the large yard under the tree

Nawey’s bones were buried. 

Sukhum, 2000

Abkhazia