ቅድሚ ነዊሕ ዘመን ሰባት ዋላሓደ ኣይፈልጡን ነበሩ። ናይ ኣዝርእቲ ምብቋል፡ ክዳውንቲ ምስፋይ ኮነ ምቕጥቃጥ ሓጺን ኣፍልጦ ኣይነበሮምን። ኵሉ እቲ ጥበብ ናይ ዓለም ምስቲ ኣብ ሰማይ ዝነብር ኣምላኽ ንያመ ጥራይ ነበረ። ንሱ ነቲ ጥበብ ኣብ ሓንቲ ናይ ካይላ ዕትሮ ብስቱር ዓቂብዎ ነበረ።
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.
ሓደ መዓልቲ፡ ንያመ ነታ ናይ ጥበብ ዕትሮ ንኣናንሲ ክህቦ ወሰነ። ኵሉ ግዜ ኣናንሲ ነታ ናይ ካይላ ዕትሮ ኣብ ዝርኣየላ ግዜ፡ ገለ ሓድሽ ነገር ይምሃር ነበረ። ዘደንቕ እዩ!
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!
ስሱዕ ኣናንሲ፡ “ነዛ ዕትሮ ኣብ ጫፍ ናይዚ ነዊሕ ገረብ ብስቱር ክዕቅባ እየ። ሽዑ ንዓይ ጥራይ ትኸውን።” ኢሉ ሓሰበ። ሓደ ነዊሕ ሃሪ ኣሊሙ፡ ኣብታ ናይ ካይላ ዕትሮ ኣሲሩ ኣብ ዙርያ ናይ ከብዱ ጠምጠሞ። ናብታ ገረብ ክድይብ ጀመረ። ግና እታ ዕትሮ ኣብ ብርኩ ደጋጊማ እናሃረመት ናብቲ ላዕሊ ምድያብ ኣጸገመቶ።
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.
እዚ ኵሉ ክገብር ከሎ፡ ንእሽቶ ወዱ ንኣናንሲ ኣብ ትሕቲ’ታ ገረብ ደው ኢሉ ይከታተሎ ነበረ። ከምዚ ድማ በሎ፡ “ምድያብ ክቐለልካስ ነዛ ዕትሮ እንተትሓዝላ’ዶ ኣይምሓሸን?” ኣናንሲ ነታ ጥበብ ዝመልአት ዕትሮ ክሓዝላ ፈተነ፡ ብሓቂ ድማ ኣዝዩ ዝቐለለ ዀነ።
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.
ብሓጺር ግዜ ጫፍ ናይታ ገረብ በጽሐ። ግና ሽዑ ደው ኢሉ ሓሰበ፡ “ኣነ እየ እቲ ዝለበመ ሰብ ክኸውን ዝግበኣኒ ዝነበረ፡ እንተዀነ ግዳ እነሆለ ‘ዝ ወደይ ካባይ ዝበልሕ ኮይኑ!” ኣናንሲ ኣዝዩ ተቘጢዑ ነታ ናይ ካይላ ዕትሮ ካብ ጫፍ ናይታ ገረብ ንታሕቲ ደርበያ።
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.
ኣብቲ መሬት ሕምሽሽ ኢላ ተሰባበረት። እቲ ጥበብ ብነጻ ንዅሉ ሰብ ከምዝባጻሕ ኰነ። በዚ ድማ እዮም ሰባት ነቲ ኵሉ ሕጂ መሊኾሞ ዘለዉ ጥበባት ከም ሕርሻ፡ ምስፋይ ክዳውንቲ፡ ምቕጥቃጥ ሓጺን ኰነ ካልእ ጥበባት ክፈልጡ ዝኸኣሉ።
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.
