Jonathan Swift / Tranzlaty
When I woke daylight had just broken.Yeroon hirribaa ka’u ifni guyyaa reefuu cabee ture.I attempted to rise, but I could not get up.Ka’uuf yaaleen ture, garuu ka’uu hin dandeenye.I had happened to fall asleep on my back.Akka tasaatti dugda kootiin rafee ture.And now my arms and legs were fastened to the ground.Amma immoo harki fi miilli koo lafatti hidhamee ture.My hair, which was long and thick, was tied down too.Rifeensi koo inni dheeraa fi furdaa tures gadi hidhamee ture.I could only look upward, unable to move in any way.Karaa kamiinuu socho’uu waanan hin dandeenyeef gara oliitti qofa ilaaluu danda’a ture.The sun began to grow hot, and the light hurt my eyes.Aduun ho’uu jalqabde, ifni ija koo na dhukkube.I heard a confused noise all around me.Sagalee burjaaja’aa naannoo koo hunda dhaga’e.But I could see nothing except the sky above me.Garuu samii na gubbaa jiru malee homaa arguu hin dandeenye.After a little time I felt something alive.Yeroo xiqqoo booda wanti lubbuun jiru natti dhaga’ame.Something was moving on my left leg.Miila bitaa koo irratti wanti tokko socho’aa ture.It gently advanced over my chest.Suuta jedhee garaa koo irra tarkaanfate.
