Uzun uzun yıllar önce bir âlim Seoul’e gidiyormuş. Hava karardığında yatmak için bir hana girmiş.
“Orada biri var mı?” demiş âlim.
“Elbette var.” demiş han sahibi.
Han sahibi âlimi süzmüş. Âlim çok uzun bir yol yürüdüğünden üstü bası pekiyi değilmiş. Saçları dağınık, elbiseleri yırtık bir haldeymiş.
“Tabii ki bir sürü odamız var ancak sana verilecek bir odamız yok.” demiş han sahibi.
“Saka yapıyor olmalısınız. Madem bir sürü odanız var. Neden bana bir oda vermiyorsunuz?” demiş âlim.
“Senin gibi birine verilecek odam yok ama istersen ahırda yatabilirsin.” demiş han sahibi.
Yorgun âlim ahırda yatmayı kabul etmiş.
Gece yarısı ahıra bir kaz girmiş ve yerde bulduğu her şeyi yutmuş.
Âlim birden birilerinin bağırdığını duymuş. Han sahibi ve kızı ahıra gelmişler. Küçük kız bilyesini kaybettiği için ağlıyormuş.
“Ailemiz için değerli olan bilyeyi burada oynuyorken kaybetmiş olmalısın.” demiş han sahibi.
Tüm ahiri aramışlar ancak bilyeyi bulamamışlar.
Şüpheli gözlerle âlime bakarak: “Sen adlin değil mi? Söyle hadi!” diye bağırmış.
Âlim neye uğradığını şaşırarak: “Ne diyorsunuz? Ben bilye filan bilmiyorum.”
Âlimin suçu reddetmesi han sahibini iyice şüphelendirmiş. “Simdi bir bilye yap. Yoksa seni bağlayıp polise vereceğim.”
“Eğer beni bağladığınızda bilye yapabileceğimi düşünüyorsanız tamam beni bağlayın ama kazı da bana bağlayın.” demiş âlim.
“Sen bir sihirbazsan ve bilyeyi bu şekilde yapacaksan benim için sorun değil.” demiş han sahibi.
Birkaç dakika sonra han sahibi kazı getirip âlime bağlamış.
Sabah olduğunda han sahibi yeniden gelmiş.
“Bilyeyi buldun mu?”
“Evet.”
“Ver öyleyse.”
“Gökyüzü üzerimize çökse bile vermem.”
“Benimle dalga mı geçiyorsun? Simdi seni polise vereceğim. Kalk ayağa.”
Âlimin ayağa kalkmasıyla ip kazın midesini sıkmış ve ağzından bazı şeyler düşmüş.
“Kazın ağzından düşenlere bakin. Aradığınız şey burada olmalı.” demiş âlim.
Han sahibi düsen eşyalara bakarken aradığı bilyeyi bulmuş. Aradığın bulan han sahibi âlimden affedilmeyi dilemiş.
"Madem kazın yuttuğunu gördün bana söylemeliydin." demiş han sahibi.
"Dün söyleyecek olsaydım bilyeyi almak için kazı öldürürdün." demiş âlim.
Çeviri: hiraru
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A Scholar and A Goose
Retold By Eyoungsoo Park
Hundreds of years ago, an aspiring scholar was on his way by foot to Seoul, capital city of Korea. As it was getting dark, he looked for a place to sleep and found a country inn with a thatched roof.
"Anybody home?" he called loudly. A man with a pot belly came out of the court yard. He was the proprietor of the inn. "Of course we do," replied the proprietor arrogantly. He looked his visitor over from head to toes. The scholar was very tired from walking all day. His hair was disheveled. His clothes were soiled. "Of course, we have many rooms, but there is none for you," said the proprietor. "You've got to be kidding," said the scholar with a cynical laugh, "when I asked if you had a room, you certainly said, yes." Pushing his pot belly out further, the proprietor bluntly said, "It is true I told you we had rooms, but we have no room for you." If you are willing to sleep anywhere, you could sleep out in the barn." The tired scholar went into the barn and lay down on a heap of hay. "Not too bad. I can even see the moon from here." But thoughts of his own comfortable home kept him awake. A goose entered the barn. She was hungry and began swallowing up everything she could find on the ground. The scholar felt a pang of hunger as the goose disappeared from the barn. Suddenly the scholar heard a loud angry voice. The proprietor and his daughter had come into the barn. The little girl was crying. "You must have lost the marble, our precious family treasure, while playing right here." The proprietor tried to find the marble, but it was not to be found. Then, he looked at the scholar with suspicious eyes. "You took it didn't you?" he accused the scholar. The scholar was puzzled. "What do you mean? I know nothing of a marble." The scholars denial made the proprietor even more suspicious. "Produce the marble right now. If you don't, I'm going to tie you up and turn you in to the police."
"If you think I can produce a marble by your tying me up, go ahead," the scholar said, "but tie your goose to me as well." "I don't know if you are a magician, but if you think it will help, thats O.K. with me." A few minutes later, the proprietor brought the goose and tied her up to the scholar. Watching the goose tied up in the rope, the scholar couldn't help laughing. Both he and the goose were in the same predicament. At dawn the next morning the proprietor came back to the barn. "Did you find the marble?" "Yes" "Then give it to me right now!" "I couldn't give it to you now even if the sky were to collapse on us." said the scholar.
"Are you teasing me? I'd better take you to the police right away. Get up!" Just then the goose dropped her number two. The scholar calmly said to the proprietor, "Search for the marble in the goose droppings over there." The proprietor picked up a stick and scratched in the goose droppings. "Oh my precious treasure!" The proprietor became exhilarated as he picked the marble out of the goose droppings with his bare fingers. The proprietor begged the scholar's forgiveness for the way that he had treated him. As the scholar walked out of the barn, the proprietor asked him one question. "If you knew last night where the marble was, why didn't you tell me?" Then, I wouldn't have tied you up, but would have put you in the best room we have." The scholar walked quietly away after giving his answer. "If I had told you last night wouldn't you have killed the goose to get the marble?"
editor: turkgirl_tr
“Orada biri var mı?” demiş âlim.
“Elbette var.” demiş han sahibi.
Han sahibi âlimi süzmüş. Âlim çok uzun bir yol yürüdüğünden üstü bası pekiyi değilmiş. Saçları dağınık, elbiseleri yırtık bir haldeymiş.
“Tabii ki bir sürü odamız var ancak sana verilecek bir odamız yok.” demiş han sahibi.
“Saka yapıyor olmalısınız. Madem bir sürü odanız var. Neden bana bir oda vermiyorsunuz?” demiş âlim.
“Senin gibi birine verilecek odam yok ama istersen ahırda yatabilirsin.” demiş han sahibi.
Yorgun âlim ahırda yatmayı kabul etmiş.
Gece yarısı ahıra bir kaz girmiş ve yerde bulduğu her şeyi yutmuş.
Âlim birden birilerinin bağırdığını duymuş. Han sahibi ve kızı ahıra gelmişler. Küçük kız bilyesini kaybettiği için ağlıyormuş.
“Ailemiz için değerli olan bilyeyi burada oynuyorken kaybetmiş olmalısın.” demiş han sahibi.
Tüm ahiri aramışlar ancak bilyeyi bulamamışlar.
Şüpheli gözlerle âlime bakarak: “Sen adlin değil mi? Söyle hadi!” diye bağırmış.
Âlim neye uğradığını şaşırarak: “Ne diyorsunuz? Ben bilye filan bilmiyorum.”
Âlimin suçu reddetmesi han sahibini iyice şüphelendirmiş. “Simdi bir bilye yap. Yoksa seni bağlayıp polise vereceğim.”
“Eğer beni bağladığınızda bilye yapabileceğimi düşünüyorsanız tamam beni bağlayın ama kazı da bana bağlayın.” demiş âlim.
“Sen bir sihirbazsan ve bilyeyi bu şekilde yapacaksan benim için sorun değil.” demiş han sahibi.
Birkaç dakika sonra han sahibi kazı getirip âlime bağlamış.
Sabah olduğunda han sahibi yeniden gelmiş.
“Bilyeyi buldun mu?”
“Evet.”
“Ver öyleyse.”
“Gökyüzü üzerimize çökse bile vermem.”
“Benimle dalga mı geçiyorsun? Simdi seni polise vereceğim. Kalk ayağa.”
Âlimin ayağa kalkmasıyla ip kazın midesini sıkmış ve ağzından bazı şeyler düşmüş.
“Kazın ağzından düşenlere bakin. Aradığınız şey burada olmalı.” demiş âlim.
Han sahibi düsen eşyalara bakarken aradığı bilyeyi bulmuş. Aradığın bulan han sahibi âlimden affedilmeyi dilemiş.
"Madem kazın yuttuğunu gördün bana söylemeliydin." demiş han sahibi.
"Dün söyleyecek olsaydım bilyeyi almak için kazı öldürürdün." demiş âlim.
Çeviri: hiraru
A Scholar and A Goose
Retold By Eyoungsoo Park
Hundreds of years ago, an aspiring scholar was on his way by foot to Seoul, capital city of Korea. As it was getting dark, he looked for a place to sleep and found a country inn with a thatched roof.
"Anybody home?" he called loudly. A man with a pot belly came out of the court yard. He was the proprietor of the inn. "Of course we do," replied the proprietor arrogantly. He looked his visitor over from head to toes. The scholar was very tired from walking all day. His hair was disheveled. His clothes were soiled. "Of course, we have many rooms, but there is none for you," said the proprietor. "You've got to be kidding," said the scholar with a cynical laugh, "when I asked if you had a room, you certainly said, yes." Pushing his pot belly out further, the proprietor bluntly said, "It is true I told you we had rooms, but we have no room for you." If you are willing to sleep anywhere, you could sleep out in the barn." The tired scholar went into the barn and lay down on a heap of hay. "Not too bad. I can even see the moon from here." But thoughts of his own comfortable home kept him awake. A goose entered the barn. She was hungry and began swallowing up everything she could find on the ground. The scholar felt a pang of hunger as the goose disappeared from the barn. Suddenly the scholar heard a loud angry voice. The proprietor and his daughter had come into the barn. The little girl was crying. "You must have lost the marble, our precious family treasure, while playing right here." The proprietor tried to find the marble, but it was not to be found. Then, he looked at the scholar with suspicious eyes. "You took it didn't you?" he accused the scholar. The scholar was puzzled. "What do you mean? I know nothing of a marble." The scholars denial made the proprietor even more suspicious. "Produce the marble right now. If you don't, I'm going to tie you up and turn you in to the police."
"If you think I can produce a marble by your tying me up, go ahead," the scholar said, "but tie your goose to me as well." "I don't know if you are a magician, but if you think it will help, thats O.K. with me." A few minutes later, the proprietor brought the goose and tied her up to the scholar. Watching the goose tied up in the rope, the scholar couldn't help laughing. Both he and the goose were in the same predicament. At dawn the next morning the proprietor came back to the barn. "Did you find the marble?" "Yes" "Then give it to me right now!" "I couldn't give it to you now even if the sky were to collapse on us." said the scholar.
"Are you teasing me? I'd better take you to the police right away. Get up!" Just then the goose dropped her number two. The scholar calmly said to the proprietor, "Search for the marble in the goose droppings over there." The proprietor picked up a stick and scratched in the goose droppings. "Oh my precious treasure!" The proprietor became exhilarated as he picked the marble out of the goose droppings with his bare fingers. The proprietor begged the scholar's forgiveness for the way that he had treated him. As the scholar walked out of the barn, the proprietor asked him one question. "If you knew last night where the marble was, why didn't you tell me?" Then, I wouldn't have tied you up, but would have put you in the best room we have." The scholar walked quietly away after giving his answer. "If I had told you last night wouldn't you have killed the goose to get the marble?"
editor: turkgirl_tr
Güzel bir hikaye paylastiginiz için tesekkürler. :good:
