Jonathan Swift / Tranzlaty
When I woke daylight had just broken.Markii aan toosay iftiinka maalinta ayaa hadda jabay.I attempted to rise, but I could not get up.Waxaan damcay inaan kaco, laakiin ma aan kici karin.I had happened to fall asleep on my back.Waxaa dhacday in aan dhabarka ku seexdo.And now my arms and legs were fastened to the ground.Haddana gacmaha iyo lugaha ayaa dhulka ku xidhnaa.My hair, which was long and thick, was tied down too.Timahayga oo dheeraa oo dhumucdiisuna way xidhnaayeen.I could only look upward, unable to move in any way.Kor uun baan u eegi karay, ma awoodo inaan sinnaba u dhaqaaqo.The sun began to grow hot, and the light hurt my eyes.Qorraxdu waxay bilowday inay kulushahay, iftiinka ayaa indhahayga dhaawacay.I heard a confused noise all around me.Waxaan maqlay sawaxan jahawareersan oo hareerahayga ku wareegsan.But I could see nothing except the sky above me.Laakiin ma arki jirin wax aan ka ahayn cirka sare.After a little time I felt something alive.Muddo yar ka dib waxaan dareemay wax nool.Something was moving on my left leg.Wax baa ku socday lugteyda bidix.It gently advanced over my chest.Si tartiib ah ayay laabta uga kor martay.
