A.N. Epic poetry is not my niche, but I think this little experiment turned out pretty good.
One note on the use of they/them pronouns in this. The mando'a language doesn't include the concept of gender, so they/them pronouns are used to reflect that fact.
There once was a Jedi who was skilled and honorable, and a Mandalorian, who was strong and valiant.
In the days before the great war with the republic, the Jedi came to Mandalore. They did not come to fight, but to observe the Mandalorians' skill and learn their numbers.
They came and donned Mandalorian armor. They pretended to be a Mandalorian, but they did not know the Mandalorian Way.
The Mandalorian was a hunter of some skill. Well known for being able to catch even the most elusive of bounties.
They knew the Way, and they lived it well.
The Jedi came upon the Mandalorian when a hunt turned sour. The Mandalorian fought well and with honor, but their prey had laid a coward's trap.
By fate the Jedi was close when the trap was sprung, and in their hour of need the Jedi helped a Mandalorian. Together they were victorious, and the bounty was collected.
From that day on the Jedi and the Mandalorian traveled together, becoming the greatest hunters of an age. But skill invites envy, and envy invites challenge.
Their opponents were numerous and dishonorable, attacking them as they slept.
Injured, the Mandalorian crawled to their feet, ready to defend their partner to their final breath. Because they loved their partner, and it is the Way of the Mandalorians to fight for what we love.
The one who was once a Jedi looked to the one who loved them, and who they had fallen in love with in turn, and from a pouch they drew their saber and stepped into the hail of fire.
No bolts could touch them, as they spun in deadly arcs. No enemy could harm them as they fought with the honor of love. For though they were once a Jedi, they were a Mandalorian now.
All their foes fell or fled, leaving the two hunters alone.
The Mandalorian was angry. Furious and hurt at their partner's deception, they drove them away with angry words on a cutting tongue.
And so as night fell again and the two set up camp, they did so separately, only close enough to see the light of the other's fire.
Their nights were restless. For so long they had slept with their partner at their back, ready to rise to the other's defense. But now they were alone. Their camps empty, and their fires cold.
The sun returned, and with it their assailants. They descended on the former Jedi's camp, attempting to exact their vengeance.
They hit their target with a lucky shot, and forced them into a defense. The once Jedi was unable to attack as they began to surround them. Forcing them into a trap.
But the Jedi was not alone. They had not been alone in years. And although the Mandalorian was angry with them, they would not leave their partner when battle came.
Against the Jedi alone the assailants had stood a small chance, but the two hunters were once again united, and before them all fell.
Bounties were captured and trust was rebuilt. The Jedi renounced their past and learned the Way. They became a true Mandalorian. And the hunters lived with honor, until their dying breath.
-- Translated from the original mando'a by Alrich Wren