Jonathan Swift / Tranzlaty
When I woke daylight had just broken.Ha ke phaphama, letsatsi le ne le sa tsoa robeha.I attempted to rise, but I could not get up.Ke ile ka leka ho tsoha, empa ka hlōleha ho ema.I had happened to fall asleep on my back.Ke ne ke ile ka robala ka mokokotlo oa ka.And now my arms and legs were fastened to the ground.Mme jwale matsoho a ka le maoto a ne a tlameletswe fatshe.My hair, which was long and thick, was tied down too.Moriri oa ka, o molelele le o motenya, le oona o ne o tlameletsoe.I could only look upward, unable to move in any way.Ke ne ke sheba holimo feela, ke sitoa ho sisinyeha ka tsela leha e le efe.The sun began to grow hot, and the light hurt my eyes.Letsatsi le ile la qala ho chesa, ’me khanya ea ntša mahlo a ka bohloko.