A17 A Close Shave
Yulia Davudi of ⁺Hassar ⁺Baba-čanga in Sydney, Australia
xá-yuma xəšlə ⁺malla k̭at-cosu ⁺mak̭rə́ṱvalə cəs ⁺mak̭rəṱṱān-cosa. ʾo-naša ⁺mak̭rəṱṱān-cosa šk̭əllə cosət ⁺malla ⁺mak̭ruṱu ʾina cullə gəldu꞊da šk̭əllə. ⁺xarta xzilə ⁺malla rišu cullə dəmmana. ⁺šurilə mattuyə ctana ⁺ʾallé ctana mattuyə ⁺ʾallé. ⁺malla guššək̭lə gu-nora ʾina palgət rišu viyyəl ctana. k̭a-dó-naša mərrə la, la, xina bassa bassa, la-vud. ʾo-gibi xina gani ṱ-azən ṱ-odənne ⁺ʾamra b-⁺zarrənnə ⁺ʾamra. ʾatən ctana vidut ʾana ṱ-azən ⁺ʾamra b-⁺zarrən gavu. ʾá-gibu ʾat-⁺zrilux ctana ʾá-gibu xina ʾana gani b-⁺zarrənnə ⁺ʾamra.
One day the mullah went to have his hair cut at the barber’s. That man, the barber, took the hair of the mullah to cut it, but he took also all of his skin. Then the mullah saw that his head was all covered in blood. He (the barber) began to put cotton on them (the injuries), put cotton on them. The mullah looked in the mirror and (saw) that half his head had become cotton. He said to the man ‘No, no, enough. Don’t do it. I shall make this other side of me wool, I shall sow it with wool. You have made it cotton, I shall go and sow wool in it. On this side you have sown cotton, on this other side I shall myself sew wool.’