Bélgica Dagua, "Sharing Fish With Tsalag Wali Bird (Amazon Kingfisher)."

From interviews with Tod D. Swanson

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English Translation

I used to go into the forest all the time with my Dad; to dam off a branch of the river, to fish with hooks or barbasco (plant that stuns fish). I used to go out in the forest a lot. So one time my father and I went by canoe to Atalla River. We went fishing. When we went fishing, my father took yuyo from the palms to make maytos with the fish. We fished to make maytos. When suddenly we saw the kingfisher dive into the river river. Poor thing, it missed the fish so he was sad. “Look!”, my father said. He is watching us from the top of that branch. \ That kingfisher is hungry. He was just about to catch one but it escaped!" My Dad said. So then I took a fish that I had caught and put it on a log across the creek. After I left it there the kingfisher dove and ate it with a jab. So it was true that he was sad because he had been hungry and about to catch a fish. So I gave (a fish) to the kingfisher.

Kichwa Translation

Ñuka yayawan ñukaga yapa purik magarani, sachama, yaku pungu tapangawa, yaku anzhilungawa, ambingawa yapa purik magarani sachama. Chasnasha ñuka yayaga mashti kanuata kanuagurata atalla yakuy. Chiga ñukanchi anzhilunga riranchi. Chi anzhilunga rishami shiyunata yuyura ñuka yayaga chi shangatimun maytunga nisha. Chi maytunga nisha anzhilusha puriwshkay rikukpiga. Yakuy urmachira mashti tsalag wali apik. Pugriga kishpin nirana chiraygu llakirisha tiaun. Rikuy nin ñuka yaya, chiga rama awaybi rikushakmi tian. Chiga paywas yarkashacha tian ña apinamandami chispin nin ñuka yaya. Chiga ñuka anzhilusha ayshaskataga Churarani kasna ruya chimbakta ashkaybi chi awaway, hi away churasha rijka ¡zhak lin! mikugara. Chasna raykasha, ciertu raykasha paywas apingarawn llakirisha tiak agashka. chibi ñuka chasna kukagarani tshala walita.

Spanish Translation

Mi papá y yo siempre íbamos a la selva; cerrar un brazo del río, pescar con anzuelos en el río o barbascar el río. Me gustaba ir al monte. Entonces mi papá y yo nos fuimos en cano por el río Gallina . De pesca nos fuimos. Cuando me fuimos de pesca, mi papá sacó yuyo de las palmas para maytos con los pescados. Pescábamos peces para hacer maytos. Cuando de repente observamos en el río pescando al martín pescador. Pobrecito no pudo, pescar por eso está triste. ¡Míra!, dijo mi padre, desde la cima de una rama está observando. El Martín pescador también está pescando; ya le pescaba y se le escapó, decía mi papá. Lo que yo pesqué jalando con el anzuelo. Le puse encima de un árbol que atravesaba el río; cuando le dejé ahí, se lanzó y de un pinchazo se lo comió. Por eso, el martín pescador sabía estar triste por no poder pescar. Ahí le vi cómo pescaba el Martín pescador.

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