Bállukkia ar Sool ór Só (2)
(In Rohingya Zuban)
Baáde íté besera Sool wa ré záb mari dórí mothmorai hái fellé.
One sunny day,a Wolf sat quenching his thirst at a calm hillside spring. As he lapped up the cool water, he saw from the corner of his eye, a Lamb drinking from the same spring a little lower down the hill.
There’s my supper,” he thought“It looks like easy prey, but I must think of a way to open up a quarrel with him.”
He then called out to the Lamb, “how dare you muddy the water from which I am drinking!”
“Oh no!” cried the Lamb, “it cannot be me making your water muddy. The water runs down from you to me and surely, I cannot be the cause of it.”
“Well then, exactly a year ago at this very spot you called me bad names. Why did you do that?“ tried the Wolf once more.
(In Rohingya Zuban)
Ek roit dóra dinot, uggúa Bálluk tar tiraic mari bólla ekkán nizám murár coráinnát sórar háñsát boi roiyé. Te zehón tánda fanír íkka laimmé, tar sugór kunattú uggúa Sool ór só dikké, ziba yé é sóra yán ór lamar mikkáttú faní hár.
“Étó aññár biyalor hána", íté mone mone baiffé.“ “Iba ré saité ásanir sáñté cíyar gori faijjum fán lar, kintu aññattú hámahá tar loi hoijja dibar ekkán rasta tua foribò." Baáde íte Sool ór só ré dak maillo,“Tottú ki hímmot, aññí háiddé faní ré búl gorí douddé.”
“O nó!” Sool ór só yé hañdi óre hooddé, “tuáñr faní aññar zoriya bul oddé noó. Faní tuáñr é dikkattú mor íkka aiyer dé, ar sóyi gorí, aññí faní búl oibar wajá no."
“Tík asé, ek bosór agé tui moré bicí bura ára hoiyos. Tui eén kiyollá goijjós?” ballukia yé ar ekkán kucíc goilló.
“Aññí tuáñr ré bura ára nam keen gorí daki faijjum," Soolé hoiyé dé, “aññí dé yá cúde só maiccá.”
“Zeén oíbó ouk,” Bállukkia yé gozgozai hoiyé, “Ossé íba tui no óilé, tor baf ói bó!”
Baáde íté besera Sool wa ré záb mari dórí mothmorai hái fellé.
Sóbok:
Uggúa bol dehái zulúm goroiyá yé har ekkán goré ziyán te sá.
The Wolf and the Lamb
(In English)One sunny day,a Wolf sat quenching his thirst at a calm hillside spring. As he lapped up the cool water, he saw from the corner of his eye, a Lamb drinking from the same spring a little lower down the hill.
There’s my supper,” he thought“It looks like easy prey, but I must think of a way to open up a quarrel with him.”
He then called out to the Lamb, “how dare you muddy the water from which I am drinking!”
“Oh no!” cried the Lamb, “it cannot be me making your water muddy. The water runs down from you to me and surely, I cannot be the cause of it.”
“Well then, exactly a year ago at this very spot you called me bad names. Why did you do that?“ tried the Wolf once more.
“I could not have called you names,” said the Lamb, “for I am only six months old.”
“I don’t care,” snarled the Wolf, “if it was not you, then it was your father!”
And with that he rushed upon the poor little Lamb and gobbled him up.
Moral:
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