Urmi, Christian: Problems Lighting a Fire

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Geoffrey Khan	Khan, Geoffrey. The Neo-Aramaic Dialect of the Assyrian Christians of Urmi. 4 vols. Studies in Semitic Languages and Linguistics 86. Leiden-Boston: Brill, 2016, vol. 4	Yulia Davudi	Sydney, AU

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0:00	xá-yuma ⁺malla ⁺Nasràdənˈ ⁺rába váyələ cpìna.ˈ márələ k̭at-cùt-yumˈ báxti ⁺bəšyárəla nùyraˈ ʾà-saparˈ ʾána ɟáni ⁺báyyən núyra ⁺šèrənˈ ʾu-bášlən xá ⁺k̭usárta k̭a-ɟàni.ˈ báxtu ⁺plə̀ṱtəva.ˈ bitáyələ k̭at-cma꞊t ⁺báyyə núyra tàpəˈ núyra lélə bətpà.ˈ mára hàˈ ʾádi ⁺díli k̭ám lēt-bətpà.ˈ čúncət hammáša bàxti ci-tapyávalux núyra.ˈ ʾádi ʾàna tapúyux꞊vənˈ lḕt k̭abúlo.ˈ bərrə̀xšəlˈ bəlvášəl júllət bàxta.ˈ ⁺yalə́xta bədráyəl b-rìšu,ˈ ɟánu vádol bàxta.ˈ bitáyələ nùyra tapúyələ.ˈ šəp̂p̂ə́šcə mxàyoləˈ núyra bətpàyələ.ˈ núyra bətpàyələ,ˈ báxtət ⁺málla bitàyəla.ˈ màraˈ ⁺màlla,ˈ ʾóyan ⁺xlàpuxˈ mù vídət?ˈ k̭ám ʾátxa ɟánux vìdot?ˈ vídot ɟánux bàxta!ˈ mə́rrə lá hámzəm ʾàtxa!ˈ núyra b-⁺yàṱṱə,ˈ b-⁺č̭àmmə.ˈ lèva bətpáya.ˈ ʾána ɟáni vídon bàxtaˈ xšə́vlə k̭at-ʾàt꞊ītva.ˈ ʾən-⁺yaṱṱíva mə́drə ʾàna,ˈ lè tapíva.ˈ núyra xšə́vlə ʾàt꞊ītva tpílə.ˈ ɟu-dá-⁺danta xa-jaraqqé mən-núyra ⁺plàṱəla,ˈ bərrə́xšəla bətpá ⁺ʾal-páġrət ⁺màlla.ˈ ⁺malla bək̭yàdələ.ˈ ⁺málla bək̭yàdələ,ˈ màraˈ xzílax mu-və́dlax b-rìši.ˈ k̭áti ⁺muddìlax,ˈ núyra xóšu là tíla,ˈ xáč̭č̭a píšəva xáyyi šak̭ə̀lvalə.ˈ xá-yuma ⁺malla ⁺Nasràdənˈ ⁺rába váyələ cpìna.ˈ márələ k̭at-cùt-yumˈ báxti ⁺bəšyárəla nùyraˈ ʾà-saparˈ ʾána ɟáni ⁺báyyən núyra ⁺šèrənˈ ʾu-bášlən xá ⁺k̭usárta k̭a-ɟàni.ˈ báxtu ⁺plə̀ṱtəva.ˈ bitáyələ k̭at-cma꞊t ⁺báyyə núyra tàpəˈ núyra lélə bətpà.ˈ mára hàˈ ʾádi ⁺díli k̭ám lēt-bətpà.ˈ čúncət hammáša bàxti ci-tapyávalux núyra.ˈ ʾádi ʾàna tapúyux꞊vənˈ lḕt k̭abúlo.ˈ bərrə̀xšəlˈ bəlvášəl júllət bàxta.ˈ ⁺yalə́xta bədráyəl b-rìšu,ˈ ɟánu vádol bàxta.ˈ bitáyələ nùyra tapúyələ.ˈ šəp̂p̂ə́šcə mxàyoləˈ núyra bətpàyələ.ˈ núyra bətpàyələ,ˈ báxtət ⁺málla bitàyəla.ˈ màraˈ ⁺màlla,ˈ ʾóyan ⁺xlàpuxˈ mù vídət?ˈ k̭ám ʾátxa ɟánux vìdot?ˈ vídot ɟánux bàxta!ˈ mə́rrə lá hámzəm ʾàtxa!ˈ núyra b-⁺yàṱṱə,ˈ b-⁺č̭àmmə.ˈ lèva bətpáya.ˈ ʾána ɟáni vídon bàxtaˈ xšə́vlə k̭at-ʾàt꞊ītva.ˈ ʾən-⁺yaṱṱíva mə́drə ʾàna,ˈ lè tapíva.ˈ núyra xšə́vlə ʾàt꞊ītva tpílə.ˈ ɟu-dá-⁺danta xa-jaraqqé mən-núyra ⁺plàṱəla,ˈ bərrə́xšəla bətpá ⁺ʾal-páġrət ⁺màlla.ˈ ⁺malla bək̭yàdələ.ˈ ⁺málla bək̭yàdələ,ˈ màraˈ xzílax mu-və́dlax b-rìši.ˈ k̭áti ⁺muddìlax,ˈ núyra xóšu là tíla,ˈ xáč̭č̭a píšəva xáyyi šak̭ə̀lvalə.ˈ	One day mullah Nasradin is very hungry. He says ‘Every day my wife kindles the fire, this time, I myself want to kindle the fire and cook a pot (of food) for myself.’ His wife had gone out. He comes but however much he wants to light the fire, the fire does not light. He says ‘Now I know why you do not light. (It is) because my wife used to light you, fire. Now I am lighting you and you do not accept it.’ He goes and puts on the clothes of a woman. He puts a scarf on his head and makes himself into (the image of) a woman. He comes and lights the fire. He strikes matches and the fire lights. The fire lights and the wife of the mullah comes back. She says ‘Mullah, with respect, what are you doing? Why have you made yourself like this? You have made yourself look like a woman! He said ‘Do not speak like that. The fire will know and will go out. It was not lighting. I made myself into (the image of) a woman and it thought that it was you. If it knew (it was) me again, it would not light. The fire thought it was you and kindled.’ At that moment a spark comes out of the fire and sticks to the body of the mullah. The mullah burns. The mullah burns and said ‘You see what you have done to me! You have made known who I am and the fire was not pleased. It almost took my life.’

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xá-yuma ⁺malla ⁺Nasràdənˈ ⁺rába váyələ cpìna.ˈ márələ k̭at-cùt-yumˈ báxti ⁺bəšyárəla nùyraˈ ʾà-saparˈ ʾána ɟáni ⁺báyyən núyra ⁺šèrənˈ ʾu-bášlən xá ⁺k̭usárta k̭a-ɟàni.ˈ báxtu ⁺plə̀ṱtəva.ˈ bitáyələ k̭at-cma꞊t ⁺báyyə núyra tàpəˈ núyra lélə bətpà.ˈ mára hàˈ ʾádi ⁺díli k̭ám lēt-bətpà.ˈ čúncət hammáša bàxti ci-tapyávalux núyra.ˈ ʾádi ʾàna tapúyux꞊vənˈ lḕt k̭abúlo.ˈ bərrə̀xšəlˈ bəlvášəl júllət bàxta.ˈ ⁺yalə́xta bədráyəl b-rìšu,ˈ ɟánu vádol bàxta.ˈ bitáyələ nùyra tapúyələ.ˈ šəp̂p̂ə́šcə mxàyoləˈ núyra bətpàyələ.ˈ núyra bətpàyələ,ˈ báxtət ⁺málla bitàyəla.ˈ màraˈ ⁺màlla,ˈ ʾóyan ⁺xlàpuxˈ mù vídət?ˈ k̭ám ʾátxa ɟánux vìdot?ˈ vídot ɟánux bàxta!ˈ mə́rrə lá hámzəm ʾàtxa!ˈ núyra b-⁺yàṱṱə,ˈ b-⁺č̭àmmə.ˈ lèva bətpáya.ˈ ʾána ɟáni vídon bàxtaˈ xšə́vlə k̭at-ʾàt꞊ītva.ˈ ʾən-⁺yaṱṱíva mə́drə ʾàna,ˈ lè tapíva.ˈ núyra xšə́vlə ʾàt꞊ītva tpílə.ˈ ɟu-dá-⁺danta xa-jaraqqé mən-núyra ⁺plàṱəla,ˈ bərrə́xšəla bətpá ⁺ʾal-páġrət ⁺màlla.ˈ ⁺malla bək̭yàdələ.ˈ ⁺málla bək̭yàdələ,ˈ màraˈ xzílax mu-və́dlax b-rìši.ˈ k̭áti ⁺muddìlax,ˈ núyra xóšu là tíla,ˈ xáč̭č̭a píšəva xáyyi šak̭ə̀lvalə.ˈ

Translation:

One day mullah Nasradin is very hungry. He says ‘Every day my wife kindles the fire, this time, I myself want to kindle the fire and cook a pot (of food) for myself.’ His wife had gone out. He comes but however much he wants to light the fire, the fire does not light. He says ‘Now I know why you do not light. (It is) because *my wife* used to light you, fire. Now *I* am lighting you and you do not accept it.’ He goes and puts on the clothes of a woman. He puts a scarf on his head and makes himself into (the image of) a woman. He comes and lights the fire. He strikes matches and the fire lights. The fire lights and the wife of the mullah comes back. She says ‘Mullah, with respect, what are you doing? Why have you made yourself like this? You have made yourself look like a woman! He said ‘Do not speak like that. The fire will know and will go out. It was not lighting. I made myself into (the image of) a woman and it thought that it was you. If it knew (it was) me again, it would not light. The fire thought it was you and kindled.’ At that moment a spark comes out of the fire and sticks to the body of the mullah. The mullah burns. The mullah burns and said ‘You see what you have done to me! You have made known who I am and the fire was not pleased. It almost took my life.’