Tinan barak liu ba ema la hatene buat ida. Sira la hatene oinsá atu kuda ai-horis sira, ka soru kabas, ka oinsá atu halo sasán besi kroat sira. Maromak Nyame iha kalohan leten ás mak iha matenek tomak husi mundu. Nia rai didi’ak matenek sira ne’e iha sanan-rai ida nia laran.
Long long ago people didn’t
know anything. They didn’t
know how to plant crops, or
how to weave cloth, or how to
make iron tools.
The god Nyame up in the sky
had all the wisdom of the world.
He kept it safe in a clay pot.
Loron ida, Nyame deside katak atu fó sanan-rai matenek ne’e ba Anansi. Bainhira Anansi hateke tama ba sanan-rai ida ne’e nia laran, nia aprende buat fóun ida. Furak tebes!
One day, Nyame decided that
he would give the pot of
wisdom to Anansi.
Every time Anansi looked in the
clay pot, he learned something
new. It was so exciting!
Anansi ne’ebé kaan-teen hanoin ona, “Hau sei rai sanan-rai ne’e ho seguru iha ai-hun ás ida nia leten. Atu nune’e nia sai ha’u mesak nian!” Nia nakdulas ho kabas lahan naruk ida, dada haleu sanan-rai ne’e, no nia kesi ba ninia kanotak. Nia komesa atu sa’e ai-hun ne’e. Maibé difisil atu sa’e ai-hun ne’e tanba sanan-rai ne’e soke bebeik nia ain-tuur.
Greedy Anansi thought, “I’ll
keep the pot safe at the top of a
tall tree. Then I can have it all
to myself!”
He spun a long thread, wound it
round the clay pot, and tied it to
his stomach.
He began to climb the tree. But
it was hard climbing the tree
with the pot bumping him in the
knees all the time.
Tempu barak nia laran ona Anansi nia oan iha ai leten hodi hein nia. Nia dehan, “sei fasil ba o atu sa’e se karik o kesi sanan-rai ne’e ba o nia kotuk?” Anansi koko kesi sanan-rai nakonu ho matenek sira ba ninia kotuk, no fasil liu ba nia sa’e ai-hun.
All the time Anansi’s young son
had been standing at the
bottom of the tree watching. He
said, “Wouldn’t it be easier to
climb if you tied the pot to your
back instead?”
Anansi tried tying the clay pot
full of wisdom to his back, and it
really was a lot easier.
Lakleur nia to’o duni ba ai-tutun. Maibé depois nia para no hanoin, “Ha’u mesak mak atu iha de’it matenek sira ne’e hotu, no iha ne’e ha’u nia oan mane sai matenek liu fali ha’u!” Anansi hirus tebes kona-ba ne’e no nia soe tun sanan-rai husi ai-tutun ba kraik.
In no time he reached the top of
the tree.
But then he stopped and
thought, “I’m supposed to be
the one with all the wisdom,
and here my son was cleverer
than me!”
Anansi was so angry about this
that he threw the clay pot down
out of the tree.
Sanan-rai ne’e rahun bainhira kona-rai. Matenek sira ne’e livre no nakfahe ba ema hotu. Ho nune’e mak ema aprende atu halo to’os sira, ka soru kabas, ka halo sasán besi kroat sira, no buat sira seluk hotu ne’ebé ema hatene atu halo.
It smashed into pieces on the
ground. The wisdom was free
for everyone to share.
And that is how people learned
to farm, to weave cloth, to
make iron tools, and all the
other things that people know
how to do.
