There was once a very pious woman named Ahzneev (Good or noble). She was a widow. Ahzneev worked very hard but never was able to amass much money. She lived humbly and always prayed that God be kind to her. She was very kind herself. Once she found a bird that had injured its wing and suffered painfully. The bird could not fly due to its injury. Ahzneev adopted the bird and cleaned its wound and covered the cut with a piece of cloth. She made a soft nest with grass and other natural plant material so that the bird could rest in a natural surrounding. Ahzneev read the sacred prayers of Narekgatzi, the renowned Armenian priest who prayed for cure and salvation”

Dearest Lord of Lords, Blessed Son of God Almighty.
The Lamb of Suffering who will free me of misery
I pray to You in my distress bowed in all humility
You are my only hope for grace and sanctity

My body is a mass of disease beyond any hope of cure
I beg you to heal my sore soul with your hand so pure
I cry out to you Lord Jesus Christ in my time of need
I pray in earnest for your blessings and sincerely plead

In this bleak world, but for you, there’s no hope for salvation
Save me Oh Lord from the throes of eternal damnation
You can deliver all your children from sickness and suffering
As well as this little bird whose frail body is aching

She fed the bird everyday and gradually the bird’s wound healed. One day the bird flew away.

After some days the bird came back to Ahzneev. She gave Ahzneev three little seeds which she planted saying prayers of praise for the Lord. They gradually grew into a small trees that bore fruits made of pure gold. The poor woman became very rich. She plucked the fruits and gave praise to God. She used her wealth to serve the poor and help all creatures appreciate God’s goodness.

Ahzneev had a neighbor named Nahkhantz (Jealous). She observed Ahzneev’s activities from the start.
She set a trap and waited patiently until one day the bird was caught.
She inflicted a wound to the bird’s wing and nursed it back to health and let it go. Nahkhantz never prayed to God nor did she act as a believer. She wanted only wealth for her selfish ends. The bird returned and gave her three seeds. Nahkhantz planted the seeds and waited expectantly. The little trees grew and bore fruits which were poisonous scorpions. The scorpions bit the jealous woman and she ran away in fright.

God protects the devout whose hearts are clean
Like the clear, fast waters of a mountain stream

ahstavadz guh bahsbaneh ahnontz voronk mahkour seerd ounehn
eenchbes vuhjeet chour guh hohsee sahree aghpourehn