A15 Kindness to a Donkey
Yulia Davudi of ⁺Hassar ⁺Baba-čanga in Sydney, Australia
xá-yuma ⁺malla ⁺muṱṱə́nnəva ⁺raba ⁺raba k̭esə ⁺ʾal-⁺xasət xmara. ʾatxa, ⁺muṱṱə́nnəva ⁺ʾal-xmara k̭esə ⁺raba. bas xzilə xmara lelə ⁺bašurə ʾazəl ʾurxa. k̭əmlə clilə ⁺ʾal-ʾak̭lu. mərrə ʾatən ⁺narahát꞊ivət? šuršiyyət? sp̂ur ʾana xač̭č̭a mən-⁺yuk̭rux šak̭lən. k̭yama bəclayəl ⁺ʾal-ʾak̭lu. našə xuyravatət ⁺malla mara ⁺malla k̭am bas-lḗt bətyava ⁺ʾal-xmara? k̭at-hám xmara ʾavə-⁺rahat ham-ʾatən. mara ʾana lēn ⁺ʾuxča bi-⁺ʾənsaf k̭at ⁺raba xərba naša ʾavən. ⁺byayən k̭a-xmari ⁺hayyərrən k̭at buš-⁺rahat ʾazəl.
One day the mullah had loaded a lot of pieces of wood on the back of a donkey. Like this, he had loaded on a donkey many pieces of wood. But he saw that the donkey could not go along the road. He got up and stood on his feet and said ‘Are you uncomfortable? Are you tired? Wait I shall take some of your load.’ He gets up and stands on his feet. The people who were friends of the mullah say ‘Mullah, why are you not sitting on the donkey, so that both the donkey will be comfortable and also you?’ He says ‘I am not so unjust that I become a bad man. I want to help my donkey to go more comfortably.’