“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.
وُسي کور ته روان و، دوه سړيان ېې ولیدل چې کور جوړوي، دوی له وُسي څخه غوښتنه وکړه، او ويې ویل “ایا موږ کولای شو چې د چت لپاره دا قوي امسا وکاروو،” وُسي وویل، “هو.” سړيانو را واخېسته 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.
وُسي وویل “تاسو دا څه وکړل؟” وُسي 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 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?”
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!
وُسي وویل “تاسو دا څه وکړل؟” وُسي 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 وُسي خور لږ څه فکر وکړ، بیا یې وویل: “وُسي 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” وُسي همداسې وکړل او د واده په خوښۍ کې یې برخه واخېسته.
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.
