Jonathan Swift / Tranzlaty
When I woke daylight had just broken.Bwe nnazuukuka omusana gwali gwakakutuka.I attempted to rise, but I could not get up.Nagezaako okusituka naye nga sisobola kusituka.I had happened to fall asleep on my back.Nnali nfunye otulo ku mugongo.And now my arms and legs were fastened to the ground.Era kati emikono n’amagulu byange byali binywezeddwa ku ttaka.My hair, which was long and thick, was tied down too.Enviiri zange ezaali mpanvu ate nga nnyimpi nazo zaasibiddwa wansi.I could only look upward, unable to move in any way.Nnali nsobola okutunula waggulu, nga sisobola kutambula mu ngeri yonna.The sun began to grow hot, and the light hurt my eyes.Enjuba yatandika okubuguma, era ekitangaala kyannuma amaaso.I heard a confused noise all around me.Nawulira eddoboozi ery’okutabulwa wonna.But I could see nothing except the sky above me.Naye nga sirina kye ndaba okuggyako eggulu eryali waggulu wange.After a little time I felt something alive.Oluvannyuma lw’akaseera katono nawulira ekintu ekiramu.Something was moving on my left leg.Waliwo ekyali kitambula ku kigere kyange ekya kkono.It gently advanced over my chest.Kyagenda mu maaso mpola ku kifuba kyange.
