Fratermulti Grimm

[Mutalingua ot Jacint]

The Duration of Life 

Brothers Grimm

[Translated by D. L. Ashliman]

Temkia Dio kreat pas geo e desir pas fisa durabio ot stofbio tuta, joa aribe pas e deman pas:
"Sefal, mi bio futur temlonga kak?"
"Trideka anu", Dio respon pas, "es ni beni?"
"A, Sefal", joa respon pas, "na es tem longa. Ide peri bio pato ot mi: ot antemedijur sura noktu porta kargomulti maga, trakta sakomulti ot sereal a plaspulbe, pro antrop omone fag pani, brabo intem uni per mastigomulti e batalpodmulti! Plusne multine bio ot mi!"
Dio beninekon pas e plusne pas dekaokta anu. Joa pasoteleeks beni e kani espresen.
"Ni desir bio temlonga kak?" Dio logo pas ili, "Trideka anu es multi tele pro joa, sed ilis alegro probable ni".
"Sefal", kani respon pas, "es tak desir ot ni? Ide mi obliga kuren multi kak, podmulti ot mi ne suporta futur temlonga tak; e temkia mi perdi futur fono e dentimulti, mi fakto futur kak? Mi inergo futur uni kuren ot uni goni a omone e logobelne?"
Dio optik pas, na ili es korek e plusne pas dekabi anu. Poste simi aribe pas.
"Ni desir futur sekur bio trideka anu", Sefal logo pas ili, "ni nesesa ne ergo omo joa e kani, e ni es temtuta beni".
"A, Sefal", respon pas ili, "dis uni optikomo, sed berita es tuta omone. Si mi abe fag, mi abe ne spatulfag. Mi obliga temtuta rekremikro alegro, grimas pro antropmulti risi, e temkia ili don mi pom e mi morse, ili es asid. Alegro kober benine multitem kak! Mi suporta ne futur trideka anu".
Dio es pas beninekon e plusne deka anu.
In fini andro espresen pas, beni, sani e forse, e deman pas pro Dio fisa tem ot ili.
"Ni bio futur trideka anu", Sefal logo pas, "es dis komple?"
"Tem longane kak!", andro logolebaneks pas, "temkia dom ot mi es futur fakto e igni igni futur in plasigni auto ot mi, temkia arbormulti planta per mi abe futur frutmulti e mi komen futur alegro in bio, temna mi obliga futur eksbio! Sefal, longa bio ot mi."
"Mi plus futur a ni dekaokta anu ot joa", Sefal logo pas.
"Na es ne komple", andro respon pas.
"Ni abe futur je dekabi anu ot kani".
"Ne komple re".
"Ben", Dio logo pas, "mi don futur ni je deka anu ot joa, sed ni resep ne futur plus".

Andro pasoteleeks, sed ne beni. Andro bio prona sepdeka anu. Trideka uni es anumulti andro ot ili, ilis paso belo: ili es sani, beni, ergo kon alegro e alegro in bio ot ili. Temna sekuen dekaokta anu ot joa: andro resep kargomulti uni poste omone, ili obliga porti sereal, antropmulti omone fag na, batalmulti e sineantemulti es kompense ot ili. Poste aribe dekabi anu ot kani, ili resta in gonimulti, logobelne e ne abe plus dentimulti pro morse. Temkia tem dis paso, aribe deka anu fini ot simi: andro, sofine e moros, es mok per infanmulti.

When God created the world and was about to determine the duration of life for all the creatures, the donkey came and asked, "Lord, how long am I to live?"
"Thirty years," answered God. "Is that all right with you?"
"Oh, Lord," replied the donkey, "that is a long time. Think of my tiresome existence carrying heavy loads from morning until night, dragging bags of grain to the mill so that others might eat bread, only to be cheered along and refreshed with kicks and blows! Spare me part of this long time."
So God had mercy and gave him eighteen years. The donkey went away satisfied, and the dog made his appearance.
"How long do you want to live?" said God to him. "Thirty years was too much for the donkey, but you will be satisfied with that long."
"Lord," answered the dog. "Is that your will? Just think how much I have to run. My feet will not hold out so long. And what can I do but growl and run from one corner to another after I have lost my voice for barking and my teeth for biting?"
God saw that he was right, and he took away twelve years. Then came the monkey.
"Surely you would like to live thirty years," said the Lord to him. "You do not need to work like the donkey and the dog, and are always having fun."
"Oh, Lord," he answered, "so it appears, but it is different. When it rains porridge, I don't have a spoon. I am always supposed to be playing funny tricks and making faces so people will laugh, but when they give me an apple and I bite into it, it is always sour. How often is sorrow hidden behind a joke. I cannot put up with all that for thirty years!"
God had mercy and gave him ten years. Finally man made his appearance. Cheerful, healthy, and refreshed, he asked God to determine the duration of his life.
"You shall live thirty years," spoke the Lord. "Is that enough for you?"
"What a short time!" cried the man. "When I have built a house and a fire is burning on my own hearth, when I have planted trees that blossom and bear fruit, and am just beginning to enjoy life, then I am to die. Oh, Lord, extend my time."
"I will add the donkey's eighteen years," said God.
"That is not enough," replied the man.
"You shall also have the dog's twelve years."
"Still too little."
"Well, then," said God, "I will give you the monkey's ten years as well, but you shall receive no more."
The man went away, but he was not satisfied.

Thus man lives seventy years. The first thirty are his human years, and they quickly disappear. Here he is healthy and happy; he works with pleasure, and enjoys his existence. The donkey's eighteen years follow. Here one burden after the other is laid on him; he carries the grain that feeds others, and his faithful service is rewarded with kicks and blows. Then come the dog's twelve years, and he lies in the corner growling, no longer having teeth with which to bite. And when this time is past, the monkey's ten years conclude. Now man is weak headed and foolish; he does silly things and becomes a laughingstock for children.

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