Jonathan Swift / Tranzlaty
Nuair a dhùisg mi bha solas an latha dìreach air briseadh.When I woke daylight had just broken.Dh’fheuch mi ri èirigh, ach cha b’ urrainn dhomh èirigh.I attempted to rise, but I could not get up.Bha mi air tuiteam nam chadal air mo dhruim.I had happened to fall asleep on my back.Agus a-nis bha mo ghàirdeanan agus mo chasan ceangailte ris an talamh.And now my arms and legs were fastened to the ground.Bha mo fhalt, a bha fada agus tiugh, ceangailte sìos cuideachd.My hair, which was long and thick, was tied down too.Cha b’ urrainn dhomh ach coimhead suas, gun chomas gluasad ann an dòigh sam bith.I could only look upward, unable to move in any way.Thòisich a’ ghrian a’ fàs teth, agus ghoirt an solas mo shùilean.The sun began to grow hot, and the light hurt my eyes.Chuala mi fuaim troimh-chèile mun cuairt orm.I heard a confused noise all around me.Ach cha robh mi a’ faicinn dad ach an speur os mo chionn.But I could see nothing except the sky above me.Às dèidh beagan ùine bha mi a’ faireachdainn rudeigin beò.After a little time I felt something alive.Bha rudeigin a’ gluasad air mo chas chlì.Something was moving on my left leg.Ghluais e gu socair thairis air mo bhroilleach.It gently advanced over my chest.Agus an uairsin thàinig e cha mhòr suas gu mo smiogaid.And then it came almost up to my chin.
