Урыс Пщышхоу ЖэкIэ-тIаркъу

ХьакIэкIо Алый

Урыс пщышхоу жэкIэ-тIаркъу, 
Блэгъожъыгур зыкIоцIылъ! 

Адыгэлъэу о ипшъугъэм, 
Блэщэджыблэу къыптефэн! 

Тхьашхом упсэ хиутын, 
Амин, амин, хиутын! 

Угу шIуцIэм бгъэм щышъугъэм, 
Шыблэщэжъыр къытефэн! 

Къыпфэмыгърэр бгъэгушIон! 

Хьаджырэтэу шыу закъом IэкIэшIагъэм, 
ЛIыжъи, кIали — лъэпкъыр зэкIэ рыоукIы! 

Тэ егъашIэм тыукIакIоу бэрэ оIо,
УиIэшIагъэ еплъи: лъэпкъкIэ тыоукIы! 

Къали, чыли зэдэбгъакIоу тыогъэсты,
Хьэдэ стыгъэм тыкъылъыхъоу шъофым тит тэ.

Адыгашъхьэр паIоу пчэгъум пыогъэсы,
Тыпси, тыгуи, тибылыми о ттеохы. 

Хым тфэмыхъоу о уикъохъумэ тыкъыхадзэ,
Хыдзэ-псыдзэм пцэшхо Iусы тыкъыщэхъу.
Тисабыйхэр пчыпэ пакIэм щызэрадзэх. 

Хэбзэ зафэу пачъыхь хабзэр о къыпщэхъу!?

Урыс пщышхоу жэкIэ-тIаркъу, 
Тхьэм и кIуачIэр къыптекIон! 

Тыгуи-тыпси лъэшэу къаргъу,
Насып лъагъор къытфэкIон!



[Alexander II]: Fork-Bearded Russian Tsar 

Aliy Hach’ek’we (Khachak)

Oh, Russian Tsar with a forked beard,
Thou hast the heart of an evil dragon!  

The Circassian blood thou hast feasted upon,
May it turn into mortal venom in thy miasmic innards!

May God Almighty trample upon thy soul,
May He curse thy gruesome name,
Amen, amen!

May thy black heart rot in thy bosom, 
And may thee be struck by thunderous lightning!

So that those smitten by thy evil may rejoice!  

For the misdeed of but one abrek,
Thou hast massacred the whole Circassian nation, young and old!

Thou keepest saying we are murderers,
But behold what thy hands have wrought:  An innocent nation utterly destroyed! 

Thou sparest neither town nor village, putting all to the torch,
We are all over the fields trying to recover the charred remains of our beloved ones.
 
The heads of a myriad Circassians thou impalest as caps on the stakes,
Thou destroyest our hearts and souls, our very livelihoods.

Thy host of swine cast us defenceless into the Sea,
With thy vast army beholding in glee, the bleak Sea engulfeth us.
Our children are hurled down the sheer precipice with harrowing yells.

Thou deemest thy law to be the righteous one!? 

Oh, Russian Tsar with the two-pronged beard,
May God’s Might vanquish thee! 

Then our hearts and souls shall be rendered pure and clean,
And we shall be set forth on the path of fortune and glory!



Alexander II (1818-1881) was Russian Tsar in the period 1855-1881. His reign saw the final subjugation of the Circassians through systematic ethnic cleansing, and the subsequent ruthless expulsion of the Circassian nation to the Ottoman Empire. This chant-curse was composed by the Circassians after the 1864 disaster that befell the nation.

Fork-Beared Russian Tsar: Circassian Chanted Curse on Tsar Alexander II

"Who told you that we Circassians will become extinct?!" 
[«Хэт фэ къыв­жезыIар, адыгэр ды­кIуэ­­ды­жыну?!»]

Composed and sung by Albert Lhache [Лъачэ Альберт; Альберт Тлячев].

This is a song that expresses the Circassian collective yearning towards unity of all the Circassians, everywhere, in Circassia and all the Diaspora countries. It embraces optimism and negates the narrative of the doomsayers who predict the extinction of the Circassian nation. 

Lhache is a prolific Adigean singer and songwriter. He composed many songs on Circassian villages, towns and clans in Circassia and the diaspora, emphasizing Circassian unity. "Who told you?!" well represents his fine art of composition. The artist is a good representative of modern-day Circassian bards.

Fork-Beared Russian Tsar: Circassian Chanted Curse on Tsar Alexander II

Amjad Jaimoukha

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