On his way to his parents, Vusi met
two boys picking fruit. One boy
grabbed the egg from Vusi and shot
it at a tree. The egg broke.
سلیم خفه شو او په غوسه یې ورته وویل، “دا دې څه وکړل!!!”
سلیم په ژړغوني غږ وویل، “دا هګۍ خو زما د خور د کیک پخولو لپاره وه، که کیک نه وي، خور به مې څه وايي؟؟”
“What have you done?” cried Vusi.
“That egg was for a cake. The cake
was for my sister’s wedding. What
will my sister say if there is no
wedding cake?”
The boys were sorry for teasing
Vusi.
“We can’t help with the cake, but
here is a walking stick for your
sister,” said one.
Vusi continued on his journey.
سلیم کور ته په لاره دوه سړيان ولیدل چې کور جوړوي، سړيو له سلیم څخه غوښتنه وکړه، او ويې ویل “ایا موږ کولای شو چې د چت لپاره دا قوي لکڼه وکاروو،” سلیم وویل، “هو!”
سړيان لرګي را واخسته خو ماته شوه او دومره قوي نه وه چې د کور جوړولو لپاره دې ترې ګټه واخیستل شي.
Along the way he met two men
building a house. “Can we use that
strong stick?” asked one.
But the stick was not strong enough
for building, and it broke.
سلیم وویل “تاسو دا څه وکړل؟” سلیم ژړل. “دا لکڼه زما د خور ډالۍ وه. د میوو ټولوونکو هغه لکڼه ماته ځکه راکړه چې دوی د کیک لپاره هګۍ ماته کړې وه او هغه کېک زما د خور د واده ؤ. اوس نو نه هګۍ شته، نه کېک شته او نه هم ډالۍ. زما خور به اوس څه ووايي؟”
“What have you done?” cried Vusi.
“That stick was a gift for my sister.
The fruit pickers gave me the stick
because they broke the egg for the
cake. The cake was for my sister’s
wedding. Now there is no egg, no
cake, and no gift. What will my
sister say?”
خټګرو د لرګي په ماتولو بخښنه وغوښته. یو سړى ورته وویل: “موږ د کېک په اړه درسره مرسته نه شو کولی ، مګر دلته ستاسو د خور لپاره یو غوړګې یا واښه دى.” نو سلیم دا واخيست او روان شو.
The builders were sorry for breaking
the stick.
“We can’t help with the cake, but
here is some thatch for your sister,”
said one.
And so Vusi continued on his
journey.
Along the way, Vusi met a farmer
and a cow. “What delicious thatch,
can I have a nibble?” asked the cow.
But the thatch was so tasty that the
cow ate it all!
سلیم وویل “تاسو دا څه وکړل؟” سلیم ژړل، “دا واښه زما د خور لپاره ډالۍ وو، خټګرو ما ته دا واښه ځکه راکړل چې هغوی د میوو راټولونکو هغه لرګي چې یې ماته راکړې وه ، ماته کړې وه. میوو راټولونکو ماته هغه لرګي ځکه راکړې وه چې هغوی زما د خور د کېک لپاره هګۍ ماته کړې وه. کېک زما د خور د واده لپاره و. اوس نه هګۍ شته، نه کېک او نه هم ډالۍ، خور به مې څه وایي؟”
“What have you done?” cried Vusi.
“That thatch was a gift for my
sister. The builders gave me the
thatch because they broke the stick
from the fruit pickers. The fruit
pickers gave me the stick because
they broke the egg for my sister’s
cake. The cake was for my sister’s
wedding. Now there is no egg, no
cake, and no gift. What will my
sister say?”
But the cow ran back to the farmer
at supper time.
And Vusi got lost on his journey.
He arrived very late for his sister’s
wedding. The guests were already
eating.
“What shall I do?” cried Vusi.
“The cow that ran away was a gift,
in return for the thatch the builders
gave me. The builders gave me the
thatch because they broke the stick
from the fruit pickers. The fruit
pickers gave me the stick because
they broke the egg for the cake.
The cake was for the wedding. Now
there is no egg, no cake, and no
gift.”
د سلیم خور لږ څه فکر وکړ، بیا یې وویل: “سلیمه وروره، زه د ډالیو ډېره پروا نه لرم، د کېک پروا هم نه لرم، دا چې موږ ټول دلته سره یو ځای راټول شوي یو، ډېره خوشحاله یم، اوس نو خپلې جامې واغونده، او راځه چې دا ورځ ولمانځو!” سلیم همداسې وکړل او د واده په خوښۍ کې یې برخه واخیسته.
Vusi’s sister thought for a while,
then she said,
“Vusi my brother, I don’t really care
about gifts. I don’t even care about
the cake! We are all here together, I
am happy. Now put on your smart
clothes and let’s celebrate this
day!”
And so that’s what Vusi did.
