ܓ، ܓܘܿ ܒܲܝܬܵܐ ܕܒܝܼ ܣܲܗܕܘܿܢܵܐ
ܣܝܼܥܵܐ ܓܹܝܒܸܕ ܝܸܡܵܐ ܘܐܲܚܘܼܢ̈ܘܵܬܼܵܐ ܕܒܝܼ ܣܲܗܕܘܿܢܵܐ
܀ ܚܲܒܪܵܐ ܡܛܹܐܠܹܗ ܝܸܡܵܐ
ܕܒܲܝܬܵܐ ܀ ܕܬܲܬܲܪ̈ܵܝܹܐ ܡܛܹܐܠܲܝ ܠܛܘܼܪܵܐ
ܒܐܘܼܪܚܵܐ ܕܸܫܠܲܝ ܟ̇ܠ ܡܲܬ̈ܘܵܬܼܵܐ ܀ ܘܒܢܘܼܪܵܐ ܡܘܼܩܸܕܠܲܝ ܥܹܕ̈ܬܵܐ.
܀ ܣܝܼܒܼܵܣ ܢܦܸܠܵܗ ܒܐܝܼܕܵܬܲܝ̈ܗܝܼ ܀ ܘܐܲܬܼܪܵܐ ܛܒܸܚܠܵܝ ܒܐܲܩܠܵܬܲܝ̈ܗܝܼ
ܘܢܲܗܒܵܐ ܘܣܲܠܒܵܐ ܚܲܠܵܠܲܝܗܝܼ ܀ ܘܠܲܝܬܼ ܟٕܘܼ ܪ̈ܲܚܡܹܐ ܒܓܘܿ ܠܸܒܲܝܗܝܼ
ܣܝܼܥܵܐ ܒ؛ ܗܵܘܲܪ ܡܼܢ
ܛ̃ܵܠܘܿܡܹ̈ܐ! ܗܵܘܸܪ! ܟܘܼܕ ܬܲܝܡܘܼܪ ܬܒܸܪܠܹܗ ܣܝܼܒٕܵܣ ܘܚܲܝܠܵܐ
ܕܥܘܼܬܼܡܵܢܵܝܹ̈ܐ ܒܓܵܘܵܗ̇، ܦܩܸܕܠܹܗ ܕܛܲܡܪܝܼܢ̄ ܒܝܼܚܵܝܹܐ ܬܠܵܬܼܵܐ
ܐܲܠܦܹ̈ܐ ܥܲܣܟܵܪܹ̈ܐ ܡܫܝܼܚܵܝܹ̈ܐ ܕܸܡܣܘܼܠܸܡܠܲܝ ܛܵܠܹܗ، ܘܐܵܗܘܼ ܒܸܓܝܵܢܹܗ
ܝܼܡܹܐܗ̄ܘܵܐ̄ܠܹܗ ܛܲܠܲܝܗܝܼ ܕܠܵܐ ܟܫܵܦܸܚ ܕܸܡܵܐ ܕܗܵܢܝܼ ܕܸܡܣܲܠܡܝܼܢ̄.
ܗܵܘܸܪ ܡܗܵܕܝܼ ܛ̃ܵܠܘܿܡܵܐ! ܘܕܗܵܐ ܗܘܿܠܹܗ ܟܐܵܡܸܪ ܕܠܵܐ ܬܸܒܪܹܠ̄ܗ
ܠܡܲܘܡܵܬܹܗ ܡܒܹܝܕ ܟܸܡܛܲܡܪܝܼܢ̄ ܠܲܝ ܒܹܝܚܵܝܹܐ ܕܠܵܐ ܫܦܵܚܵܐ ܕܕܸܡܵܐ.
ܗܵܘܲܪ ܘܗܵܝ ܗܵܘܲܪ.
ACT 3 SCENE 1
The lady of the house receives news of the
destruction occurring in villages in neighborhoods by
The news arrived, mother of the house, that the Tartars have
reached the mountain. On their way, they trampled all of the
villages, and with fire they burned the churches. The city
Seevas fell into their hands, and they crushed the region with
their feet. They were granted permission to rob and kidnap, and
there is no mercy in their hearts.
Hawar, from these oppressors, hawar! When Tamor defeated the
city Seevas, and the Ottomon troops within it, He ordered that
3,000 christian soldiers who surended to him should be buried
alive, and he himself had said to them that he would not spill a
drop of their blood if they surrendered. Hawar from this
oppressor! And now he says, that he did not break his oath since
he buried them alive without spilling blood. Hawar, hawar!
ܝܘܿܩܢܹ̈ܐ؛ (ܘܥܲܡܲܗ ܒܢ̈ܬܼܵܗ̇)
܀ ܝܵܐ ܐܲܠܵܗܲܢ ܟܩܵܪܘܼܟܼ ܠܓܹܝܒܘܼܟܼ ܀ ܒܠܸܒܵܐ ܡܸܠܝܵܐ ܥܘܿܩܵܢܹ̈ܐ
ܫܡܘܿܥܠܹ̄ܗ ܩܵܠܲܢ ܒܚܲܢܝܼܢܘܼܬܼܘܼܟܼ ܀ ܡܒܵܣܸܡܠܹܗ ܠܸܒܲܢ ܬܒܼܝܼܪܵܐ
܀ ܐܲܠܦܹ̈ܐ ܕܸܫܢܹ̈ܐ ܥܒܸܪܲܠ̄ܝ ܥܸܠܲܢ ܀ ܛܒܼܝܼܟܹ̈ܐ ܒܐܪܟܸܠ ܕܗܲܕ ܥܲܠܡܵܐ
ܘܠܵܐܦܝܼܫܠܹܗܠܲܢ ܫܘܿܦܵܐ ܕܐܲܩܠܵܐ ܀ ܘܐܲܚܢܝܼ ܡܵܪ̈ܘܵܬܼܵܐ ܕܒܲܝܬܵܐ
܀ ܗܵܝ ܗܵܘܸܪ ܗܵܘܸܪ ܠܡܵܬܲܢ ܀ ܗܵܝ ܗܵܘܸܪ ܗܵܘܸܪ ܠܒܲܝܬܲܢ
ܝܵܐ ܡܵܪܬܝ ܡܲܪܝܲܡ ܡܸܢܵܟܼܝ ܟܛܲܠܒܘܼܟܼ ܀ ܕܢܲܛܪܲܬ ܝܵܠܲܕ̈̄ܢ ܘܡܚܲܡܝܲܬ
ACT 3 - SCENE 2
Nahreyn before an icon, and her daughters with
The lady prays, asking salvation for her community, nation, and
Oh, our God, we call to you. With hearts filled with burdens.
Hear our voice in your compassion. Mend our broken heart.
Thousands of years they have come upon us, crushed by the
windmills of this world. We no longer have a place to stand, and
we, the owners of the house. Where is Babel and where Ninweh?
Where is the honor and glory? Where is Aphram and where is
Narsai? And where are the monasteries and towns? Hawar to our
villages. Hawar to our house. Dear Mother Mary, from you we
plead, protect our children and preserve our church.
The daughters sing.
ܝܵܐ ܐܲܚܘܼܢ̈ܘܵܬܝܼ ܕܵܪܘܿܟܼ ܬܲܚܡܲܠܬܵܐ܀ ܕܡܲܪܚܸܫܵܐ ܫܘܼܓ̄ܠܲܢ ܒܗܲܕ
ܘܐܘܼܪܚܵܐ ܕܡܲܢܬܲܝܬܵܐ ܀ ܕܠܵܐ ܥܲܒܼܪܵܐ ܦ̮ܘܼܪܣܵܐ ܘܢܲܦܠܘܿܟܼ ܒܦܲܫܡܲܢܬܵܐ
܀ ܝܸܡܲܢ ܥܒܸܪܠܵܗ̇
ܒܫܸܢܹ̈ܐ ܘܦܸܬܠܹܗ ܙܲܒܼܢܵܗ̇ ܀ ܒܵܒܲܢ ܡܝܼܬܼܵܐ، ܘܓܹܝܒܹܗ ܠܸܒܵܗ̇
ܟ̇ܠܢ ܒܡܲܝܬܘܼܟܼ ܐܸܢ ܠܵܐ ܦ̮ܲܝܟܘܼܟܼ ܡܸܢܵܗ̇ ܀ ܙܵܠܠܲܢ ܒܐܘܼܪܚܲܢ، ܘܫܘܼܕ
ܗܵܘܹܐ ܐܲܠܵܗ ܥܸܡܵܗ̇
ܟܲܠܕܘܼ ܓٕܘܼܢܩܵܐܝܼܠܹܗ ܘܠܲܝܬܠܹܗ ܢܸܣܝܵܢܵܐ܀ ܟܥܵܝܸܫ ܒܓܘܿ ܚܘܼܠܡܹ̈ܐ
ܒܗܲܕ ܙܲܒܼܢܵܐ ܘܕܵܪܵܐ ܐܸܢ ܗܵܘܸܢ ܟܲܠܕܵܝܵܐ ܀ ܒܸܕ ܡܲܝܬܸܢ ܡܟܸܦܢܝܼ
ܘܗܵܘܸܢ ܚܘܼܦܝܵܝܵܐ !
ܡܵܐ ܕܒܵܥܹܝܢ ܗܵܘܸܢ ܘܗܲܡ ܩܲܪܩܲܢܕܵܝܵܐ ܀ ܒܲܣ ܟܵܣܝܼ ܡܲܠܝܵܐ ܘܠܲܒܼܫܸܢ
ܡܵܐ ܟܛܵܒܹܐ ܫܸܡܵܐ ܘܡܵܐ
ܟܐܲܟܼܠܵܐ ܐܘܼܡܬܼܵܐ܀ ܐܸܢ ܗܵܘܵܝܢ ܬܲܪܥܲܣܬܵܐ ܘܦܲܝܫܝܼܢ ܒܲܠܵܝܵܐ
ܐܸܢ ܘܲܙܝܼܪܵܐ ܐܵܡܸܪ ܗܵܕܝܼܠܹܗ ܫܸܡܘܼܟܼ ܀ ܗܵܕܝܼܠܵܗ ܐܘܼܡܬܘܼܟܼ
ܡܥܲܝܛܘܼܟܼ ܒܟ̇ܠ ܩܵܠܲܢ؛
ܗܵܘܹܐ ܥܸܓٕܒܘܿܢܘܼܟܼ ܀ ܡܼܢ ܕܒܵܥܸܬ ܐܝܼܘܸܢ، ܘܐܝܼܘܸܢ ܓܼܘܼܠܵܡܘܼܟܼ
ܬܪܘܿܨܵܐ ܡܘܼܚܟܲܝܠܘܼܟܼ!، ܐܵܢܵܐ ܒܙܵܠܝܼ ܥܡܸܕ ܬܲܬܲܪ̈ܵܝܹܐ. ܘܐܲܟܼܬܘܼܢ
(ܫܲܡܝܼܢܵܐ ܘܣܲܓܝܼܢܵܐ) ܒܙܵܠܘܿܟܼܘܼܢ ܥܡܸܕ ܥܘܼܬܼܡܵܢܵܝܹ̈ܐ. ܩܲܠܘܼܠܵܐ
ܝܵܐ ܫܲܬܵܝܹ̈ܐ ܕܚܲܡܪܵܐ
ܥܲܬܝܼܩܵܐ ܀ ܘܝܵܐ ܪܲܩܵܕܹ̈ܐ ܒܠܲܝܠܹܐ ܝܲܪܝܼܟܼܵܐ
ܚܲܡܪܘܿܟܼܘܿܢ ܒܩܵܠܸܒ ܕܸܡܥܲܝܬܵܐ ܀ ܘܚܸܓܲܘܟܼܘܿܢ ܒܩܵܠܸܒ ܥܵܕܲܕܬܵܐ
܀ ܝܵܐ ܓܲܢܵܒܹ̈ܐ ܡܐܲܚ̈ܘܼܢܘܵܬܲܝܗܝܼ ܀ ܐܘܿܗ ܝܵܐ ܡܙܲܒܢܵܢܹ̈ܐ
ܝܵܐ ܦܲܠܵܚܹ̈ܐ ܬܵܐ ܢܘܼܟܼܪܵܝܵܐ ܀ ܝܵܐ ܚܸܒܼܪܹ̈ܐ ܕܸܣܟܲܪܝܘܿܛܵܝܵܐ
܀ ܗܘܿܠܲܝ ܗܓٕܸܡܠܲܝ ܥܲܣܟܲܪ̈ܵܬܼܵܐ ܀ ܘܕܸܡܵܐ ܒܸܫܦܵܟܼܵܐ ܒܡܲܬܼ̈ܘܵܬܼܵܐ
ܩܘܼܛܡܵܐ ܒܩܵܪܸܕ ܕܟ̇ܠ ܢܲܟܵܪܵܐ ܀ ܕܝܸܡܹܗ ܘܒܵܒܹܗ ܘܐܲܨܠܵܝܘܼܬܼܵܐ܀
ACT 3 - SCENE 3
Saggyna, Shammyna and and Kanona are planning to
become agents of the tyrant, betraying their mother and
community. They sit together discussing their plans.
My brothers, let us think ahead that we may go forward in our
work in this turbulent world. Let us look for progress and the
way of success, that the opportunity will not pass. Our mother
had grown older and her time has passed. Our father is dead, yet
her heart and mind are with him. And we will all die if we do
not separate from her. Let us go our way and may God be with
is young and he has no experience. He lives in his dreams and
his own pride. In this time and age, if I am a Chaldean, I will
starve to death and be barefoot.
If whatever I wish I will be, even a low class commoner. As long
as my stomach is full and I wear a mantle. What is the value of
a name and where will nationality reach if they become a
stumbling block and a liability.
If the minister says this is your name, this is your nationality
and your people, we will yell with our full voice: Your will be
done! Whoever you want me to be I am, and I am your servant.
And when they become two kings, two sides and two regions, let
us split in two sides and have two remedies.
This is it then! We have arrived at an understanding. We will
split our endeavor between states and from each one we will take
our portion, and the whole story will stay between us.
You have spoken rightly, I will go with the Tartars. Shammyna
and Saggyna, you will go with the Ottomans. Let us go quickly to
Shammamta comes in and overhears their plans.
Oh drinkers of old wine. Oh dancers late into the night. Your
wine will turn to tears, and your dancing will turn to
lamentation. Oh robbers from their own brothers. Oh sellers of
their own villages. Oh workers of strangers. Oh friends of
Judas. The soldiers have attacked and blood is spilt in the
villages. Ashes on the head of all those who betray mother and
father and authenticity.