Shaqlawa: A Talking Goat

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Transcribed by	Source	Speakers	Place
Masoud Mohammadirad	Lourd Hanna fieldwork 2020	Hawsar Najat Bapir	Shaqlawa

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0:00	mən nāw꞊əm Hāwsàr Nadzāt Bāpīr꞊a.ˈ xarkī Šaqrāwā̀y꞊ma.ˈ wa ēstā꞊š d-ēm꞊a sar faqaray duwàm la sətsa baqarakīˈ ka pē gotrēt hà-bū na-bū.ˈ la faqaray ha-bū na-bū tsīrokī aw ... aw jāray ka pēwīst꞊a bā̀s꞊ī kam kaˈ moṛtabtàb꞊a kaltūrī Šaqrāwāy.ˈ aw꞊īš꞊yān tsīrokī Mām Dzardà꞊ya.ˈ mən nāw꞊əm Hāwsàr Nadzāt Bāpīr꞊a.ˈ xarkī Šaqrāwā̀y꞊ma.ˈ wa ēstā꞊š d-ēm꞊a sar faqaray duwàm la sətsa baqarakīˈ ka pē gotrēt hà-bū na-bū.ˈ la faqaray ha-bū na-bū tsīrokī aw ... aw jāray ka pēwīst꞊a bā̀s꞊ī kam kaˈ moṛtabtàb꞊a kaltūrī Šaqrāwāy.ˈ aw꞊īš꞊yān tsīrokī Mām Dzardà꞊ya.ˈ	My name is Hawsar Najat Bapir. I am from Shaqlawa. Now I move to the second series of stories called ‘there was [and] there was not’. The series of stories that I am going to narrate now are specific to the folklore of Shaqlawa. One of them is called ‘The tale of Uncle Jarda’.

0:21	a-rē ha-bū na-bū Mām Dzardàk ha-bū.ˈ xarkī Šaqrāwā̀y būwa qadīm.ˈ —wa ba wāqàʿ꞊īš aw řūdāwa řū꞊y dāya balāmˈ yaʿnī muṛtabət꞊a ba trārī̀xī Šaqrāwā꞊ūˈ ba hakāyàtī Šaqrāwā꞊š.ˈ a-rē ha-bū na-bū Mām Dzardàk ha-bū.ˈ xarkī Šaqrāwā̀y būwa qadīm.ˈ —wa ba wāqàʿ꞊īš aw řūdāwa řū꞊y dāya balāmˈ yaʿnī muṛtabət꞊a ba trārī̀xī Šaqrāwā꞊ūˈ ba hakāyàtī Šaqrāwā꞊š.ˈ	It is said that once upon a time there was [a man called] Uncle Jarda. He was from Shaqlawa. This story has really hap-pened. It is linked to the history of Shaqlawa and the tales associ-ated with Shaqlawa.

0:33	pēštər la māʿbaynī šārakān꞊ū tsī ... Hawlēr꞊ū Šaqrāw꞊ū aw dzēyāna꞊ū Ankāwa꞊ū awāna kārwāntsī̀ ha-būwa.ˈ xarək ba kārwānḕ safar꞊ī kərdīya.ˈ dzā kārwānakān zīyātər ba payā̀n būwa,ˈ wa zəyātər꞊īš ba kàr būwa.ˈ à!ˈ pēštər la māʿbaynī šārakān꞊ū tsī ... Hawlēr꞊ū Šaqrāw꞊ū aw dzēyāna꞊ū Ankāwa꞊ū awāna kārwāntsī̀ ha-būwa.ˈ xarək ba kārwānḕ safar꞊ī kərdīya.ˈ dzā kārwānakān zīyātər ba payā̀n būwa,ˈ wa zəyātər꞊īš ba kàr būwa.ˈ à!ˈ	In the past there were caravansaries between cities and such, [for example] between Erbil and Shaqlawa, and between Shaqlawa and Ankawa, and so on. People would travel with cara-vans. The caravans were mostly on foot, but also with donkeys. Yes!

0:49	wa dzārētən aw Mām Jardaya la Hawlērē a-gařētawà꞊ūˈ barabarī dzēžnā̀n꞊a꞊ūˈ dzēžnakyī gawrà꞊yaˈ yaʿnī dzēžnī qurbānī̀ ka dzažnakī gawrà꞊ya.ˈ a-gařētò꞊ū šət꞊ū maky꞊ī lagar xwa꞊y hīnā̀꞊ya꞊ū.ˈ wa dzārētən aw Mām Jardaya la Hawlērē a-gařētawà꞊ūˈ barabarī dzēžnā̀n꞊a꞊ūˈ dzēžnakyī gawrà꞊yaˈ yaʿnī dzēžnī qurbānī̀ ka dzažnakī gawrà꞊ya.ˈ a-gařētò꞊ū šət꞊ū maky꞊ī lagar xwa꞊y hīnā̀꞊ya꞊ū.ˈ	Once Uncle Jarda was coming back from Erbil a few days before a religious feast. It was a big festival: [it was before] Eid al-Adha, which is a big festival. He was coming back to Shaqlawa. He had brought back goods with him.

1:02	aw šətay ka la Šaqrāwā̀y bo lo nəmonaˈ wakī došā̀w꞊ūˈ tū̀꞊ūˈ aw šətā̀naˈ la wēn darē a꞊y-gořt-owàˈ baw šət꞊ū maka꞊y ka xwa꞊y da꞊y-hawḕ.ˈ d-ēt-owa, la nəzī̀kyī Šaqrāwāyˈ la Kāwānyān a-bīnī gyīskàk la wēn dar katīya.ˈ aw šətay ka la Šaqrāwā̀y bo lo nəmonaˈ wakī došā̀w꞊ūˈ tū̀꞊ūˈ aw šətā̀naˈ la wēn darē a꞊y-gořt-owàˈ baw šət꞊ū maka꞊y ka xwa꞊y da꞊y-hawḕ.ˈ d-ēt-owa, la nəzī̀kyī Šaqrāwāyˈ la Kāwānyān a-bīnī gyīskàk la wēn dar katīya.ˈ	He would take things which were particular to Shaqlawa—for instance, grape syrup, and dried cherries—[to Erbil] to trade them for other goods that he needed. On his way back to Shaqla-wa in the Kawanyan region, he saw that a young goat had fallen on the ground.

1:16	aw꞊īš ēwāra꞊ya꞊ū šàw꞊aˈ gyīskakay la sàr məlē xo dā-a-nēt꞊ūˈ baraw Šaqrāwāy řē a-kā̀.ˈ a-rē dē꞊ū bara bara da Sīmonī baraw Zandorḕ d-ētən.ˈ tāʿ nəzī̀k a-bt-owaˈ tāʿ nəzīk a-bt-owàˈ gyīskaka zīyātər la sar šān꞊ī qurstə̀r꞊ū gərāntər a-bītən.ˈ aw꞊īš ēwāra꞊ya꞊ū šàw꞊aˈ gyīskakay la sàr məlē xo dā-a-nēt꞊ūˈ baraw Šaqrāwāy řē a-kā̀.ˈ a-rē dē꞊ū bara bara da Sīmonī baraw Zandorḕ d-ētən.ˈ tāʿ nəzī̀k a-bt-owaˈ tāʿ nəzīk a-bt-owàˈ gyīskaka zīyātər la sar šān꞊ī qurstə̀r꞊ū gərāntər a-bītən.ˈ	As it was getting dark, he put the goat on his shoulders and set off for Shaqlawa. It is said that he passed Simoni on his way and went in the direction of Zandor. As he got closer [to Zandor], he felt that the goat had become heavier than before.

1:35	gyīskaka꞊š har maqsad꞊īt꞊ī dā̀꞊y-bə-nē.ˈ ka qùrz bī dā꞊y-bə-nē la wēˈ řəzgā̀r꞊ī bī,ˈ nàk kābrā bə-tərsētən.ˈ Mām Dzarda꞊š har gyö nā̀-dāt꞊ē꞊ūˈ har a-rē, ‘awa tsī̀꞊ya aw gyīska qarawa?ˈ xo tāza har꞊əm-gərt har sū̀k bū!’ˈ gyīskaka꞊š har maqsad꞊īt꞊ī dā̀꞊y-bə-nē.ˈ ka qùrz bī dā꞊y-bə-nē la wēˈ řəzgā̀r꞊ī bī,ˈ nàk kābrā bə-tərsētən.ˈ Mām Dzarda꞊š har gyö nā̀-dāt꞊ē꞊ūˈ har a-rē, ‘awa tsī̀꞊ya aw gyīska qarawa?ˈ xo tāza har꞊əm-gərt har sū̀k bū!’ˈ	The young goat wanted Uncle Jarda to put it on the ground, that is, to be heavy [on his shoulders] so that he would put it down, lest he be scared. Uncle Jarda continued on his way without noticing, and kept saying, ‘What is wrong with this fat goat? When I [first] put it on my shoulders, it was light!’

1:48	waḷā Mām Jarda har tē nā̀-gā꞊ū,ˈ gyīsk꞊ī lē wa juwā̀b d-ē.ˈ gyīsk a-rḕ,ˈ ‘hay Dzarda Dzarda Dzardà!ˈ sangyē gunān꞊əm tsànd꞊a?’ˈ waḷā Mām Jarda har tē nā̀-gā꞊ū,ˈ gyīsk꞊ī lē wa juwā̀b d-ē.ˈ gyīsk a-rḕ,ˈ ‘hay Dzarda Dzarda Dzardà!ˈ sangyē gunān꞊əm tsànd꞊a?’ˈ	As Uncle Jarda did not understand what was happening, the young goat started to talk to him. The goat said, ‘Hey Jarda! Hey Jarda! Hey Jarda! How much do my testicles weigh?’

1:57	aw dzā̀ Mām Dzarda wa xo a-kawītən.ˈ gyīskakay fəřà a-dā꞊ū har-d-ē.ˈ d-ēt-owa nāw gundī꞊ū nāw xarkyī̀꞊ū.ˈ aw dzā̀ Mām Dzarda wa xo a-kawītən.ˈ gyīskakay fəřà a-dā꞊ū har-d-ē.ˈ d-ēt-owa nāw gundī꞊ū nāw xarkyī̀꞊ū.ˈ	Only then Uncle Jarda realised [the goat’s intention]. He threw the goat aside and fled. He came to the village, among peo-ple.

2:04	a-rē, ‘pē꞊m dā d-àn꞊ūˈ garmā̀꞊īt꞊m꞊ūˈ sarmā̀꞊īt꞊m꞊ū.’ˈ yaʿnī aqrīyat꞊ū away tḕk a-tsītən.ˈ aw dzā aw tsīròka nāw Šaqrāwāy ba wāqaʿī řū꞊y dā꞊y-awa꞊ū.ˈ awa꞊yš faqaray ha-bū na-bū̀ bū.ˈ amn꞊īš gařām-awa꞊ū hī̀ts꞊əm pē na-bəřā.ˈ a-rē, ‘pē꞊m dā d-àn꞊ūˈ garmā̀꞊īt꞊m꞊ūˈ sarmā̀꞊īt꞊m꞊ū.’ˈ yaʿnī aqrīyat꞊ū away tḕk a-tsītən.ˈ aw dzā aw tsīròka nāw Šaqrāwāy ba wāqaʿī řū꞊y dā꞊y-awa꞊ū.ˈ awa꞊yš faqaray ha-bū na-bū̀ bū.ˈ amn꞊īš gařām-awa꞊ū hī̀ts꞊əm pē na-bəřā.ˈ	He said, ‘Come to my aid! I’m warm! I’m cold!’ In other words, he lost his mind. This story really happened in Shaqlawa. This was another story. As for me, I have come back [from these events] and they [i.e. the characters of the story] have given me nothing.

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(1 0:00)mən nāw꞊əm Hāwsàr Nadzāt Bāpīr꞊a.ˈ xarkī Šaqrāwā̀y꞊ma.ˈ wa ēstā꞊š d-ēm꞊a sar faqaray duwàm la sətsa baqarakīˈ ka pē gotrēt hà-bū na-bū.ˈ la faqaray ha-bū na-bū tsīrokī aw ... aw jāray ka pēwīst꞊a bā̀s꞊ī kam kaˈ moṛtabtàb꞊a kaltūrī Šaqrāwāy.ˈ aw꞊īš꞊yān tsīrokī Mām Dzardà꞊ya.ˈ()(2 0:21)a-rē ha-bū na-bū Mām Dzardàk ha-bū.ˈ xarkī Šaqrāwā̀y būwa qadīm.ˈ —wa ba wāqàʿ꞊īš aw řūdāwa řū꞊y dāya balāmˈ yaʿnī muṛtabət꞊a ba trārī̀xī Šaqrāwā꞊ūˈ ba hakāyàtī Šaqrāwā꞊š.ˈ()(3 0:33)pēštər la māʿbaynī šārakān꞊ū tsī ... Hawlēr꞊ū Šaqrāw꞊ū aw dzēyāna꞊ū Ankāwa꞊ū awāna kārwāntsī̀ ha-būwa.ˈ xarək ba kārwānḕ safar꞊ī kərdīya.ˈ dzā kārwānakān zīyātər ba payā̀n būwa,ˈ wa zəyātər꞊īš ba kàr būwa.ˈ à!ˈ()(4 0:49)wa dzārētən aw Mām Jardaya la Hawlērē a-gařētawà꞊ūˈ barabarī dzēžnā̀n꞊a꞊ūˈ dzēžnakyī gawrà꞊yaˈ yaʿnī dzēžnī qurbānī̀ ka dzažnakī gawrà꞊ya.ˈ a-gařētò꞊ū šət꞊ū maky꞊ī lagar xwa꞊y hīnā̀꞊ya꞊ū.ˈ()(5 1:02)aw šətay ka la Šaqrāwā̀y bo lo nəmonaˈ wakī došā̀w꞊ūˈ tū̀꞊ūˈ aw šətā̀naˈ la wēn darē a꞊y-gořt-owàˈ baw šət꞊ū maka꞊y ka xwa꞊y da꞊y-hawḕ.ˈ d-ēt-owa, la nəzī̀kyī Šaqrāwāyˈ la Kāwānyān a-bīnī gyīskàk la wēn dar katīya.ˈ()(6 1:16)aw꞊īš ēwāra꞊ya꞊ū šàw꞊aˈ gyīskakay la sàr məlē xo dā-a-nēt꞊ūˈ baraw Šaqrāwāy řē a-kā̀.ˈ a-rē dē꞊ū bara bara da Sīmonī baraw Zandorḕ d-ētən.ˈ tāʿ nəzī̀k a-bt-owaˈ tāʿ nəzīk a-bt-owàˈ gyīskaka zīyātər la sar šān꞊ī qurstə̀r꞊ū gərāntər a-bītən.ˈ()(7 1:35)gyīskaka꞊š har maqsad꞊īt꞊ī dā̀꞊y-bə-nē.ˈ ka qùrz bī dā꞊y-bə-nē la wēˈ řəzgā̀r꞊ī bī,ˈ nàk kābrā bə-tərsētən.ˈ Mām Dzarda꞊š har gyö nā̀-dāt꞊ē꞊ūˈ har a-rē, ‘awa tsī̀꞊ya aw gyīska qarawa?ˈ xo tāza har꞊əm-gərt har sū̀k bū!’ˈ()(8 1:48)waḷā Mām Jarda har tē nā̀-gā꞊ū,ˈ gyīsk꞊ī lē wa juwā̀b d-ē.ˈ gyīsk a-rḕ,ˈ
‘hay Dzarda Dzarda Dzardà!ˈ 
sangyē gunān꞊əm tsànd꞊a?’ˈ()(9 1:57)aw dzā̀ Mām Dzarda wa xo a-kawītən.ˈ gyīskakay fəřà a-dā꞊ū har-d-ē.ˈ d-ēt-owa nāw gundī꞊ū nāw xarkyī̀꞊ū.ˈ()(10 2:04)a-rē, ‘pē꞊m dā d-àn꞊ūˈ garmā̀꞊īt꞊m꞊ūˈ sarmā̀꞊īt꞊m꞊ū.’ˈ yaʿnī aqrīyat꞊ū away tḕk a-tsītən.ˈ aw dzā aw tsīròka nāw Šaqrāwāy ba wāqaʿī řū꞊y dā꞊y-awa꞊ū.ˈ awa꞊yš faqaray ha-bū na-bū̀ bū.ˈ 
amn꞊īš gařām-awa꞊ū hī̀ts꞊əm pē na-bəřā.ˈ()()()()()()()()()()

Translation:

(1 0:00)My name is Hawsar Najat Bapir. I am from Shaqlawa. Now I move to the second series of stories called ‘there was [and] there was not’. The series of stories that I am going to narrate now are specific to the folklore  of Shaqlawa. One of them is called ‘The tale of Uncle Jarda’.()(2 0:21)It is said that once upon a time  there was [a man called] Uncle Jarda. He was from Shaqlawa. This story has really hap-pened. It is linked to the history of Shaqlawa and the tales associ-ated with Shaqlawa.()(3 0:33)In the past there were caravansaries between cities and such, [for example] between Erbil and Shaqlawa, and between Shaqlawa and Ankawa, and so on. People would travel with cara-vans. The caravans were mostly on foot, but also with donkeys. Yes!()(4 0:49)Once Uncle Jarda was coming back from Erbil a few days before a religious feast. It was a big festival: [it was before] Eid al-Adha, which is a big festival. He was coming back to Shaqlawa. He had brought back goods with him.()(5 1:02)He would take things which were particular to Shaqlawa—for instance, grape syrup, and dried cherries—[to Erbil] to trade them for other goods that he needed. On his way back to Shaqla-wa in the Kawanyan region, he saw that a young goat had fallen on the ground.()(6 1:16)As it was getting dark,  he put the goat on his shoulders and set off for Shaqlawa. It is said that he passed Simoni on his way and went in the direction of Zandor. As he got closer [to Zandor], he felt that the goat had become heavier than before.()(7 1:35)The young goat wanted Uncle Jarda to put it on the ground, that is, to be heavy [on his shoulders] so that he would put it down, lest he be scared. Uncle Jarda continued on his way without noticing, and kept saying, ‘What is wrong with this fat goat? When I [first] put it on my shoulders, it was light!’()(8 1:48)As Uncle Jarda did not understand what was happening, the young goat started to talk to him.  The goat said, 
‘Hey Jarda! Hey Jarda! Hey Jarda! 
How much do my testicles weigh?’()(9 1:57)Only then Uncle Jarda realised  [the goat’s intention]. He threw the goat aside and fled. He came to the village, among peo-ple.()(10 2:04)He said, ‘Come to my aid!  I’m warm! I’m cold!’ In other words, he lost his mind. This story really happened in Shaqlawa. This was another story.  
As for me, I have come back [from these events] and they [i.e. the characters of the story] have given me nothing.()()()()()()()()()()