සිංහල මුල් පිටපතේ අනුවාදනය මෙතනින් මියගිය කත නිවසට යන පාර පෙන්වයි
A young woman was called to inspect the house in order to check if the house was in error. I have recorded the address and the road details from the time and date of arrival.
I went to a three-wheeler in search of the relevant address before the due date. It’s just a few months ago. The inhabitants did not know much about their neighbors. Therefore, finding the house I wanted was somewhat difficult. The numbers of houses were not orderly.
A white-haired old woman came in search of the trishop. “Have you come to visit my daughter’s house?” She also mentioned her daughter’s name. I enjoyed it. “Yes,” I replied.
“Sir,” she walked in front of her. I went a bit behind.
“Tell my daughter these days of troubles, her husband and children are often sick. Tell her if you insult her and report to her.”
She opened the gate and entered the small garden. This is my daughter’s house. Hold on. I’ll call daughter. The front door was shut and the windows were opened. An elderly woman went to the back of the house. I stopped in the yard.
It took several minutes. There seems to be no opening of the main door. I went ahead and rang the electric bell. The door was opened for a moment. A young woman with a young child came forward.
“Come on, Mr. Sir, Sit down and cover the front door with the daylight, because the environment is not yet used,” she said kindly.
I started my work. I set the compass and placed the direction of the main door. I was tested on the length of the house, the width, the area, the doorposts, the number of windows, their location, kitchen, bathroom, toilet and roof. I pointed out some of the existing blunders and put them all on a sheet of paper and went on to say sorry and forbid.
Since my work was over, I sat down and started talking. She had a cup of tea.
“Where is she?” She asked me
“Mom …” she opened her eyes and glanced at me.
“Yes, your mother, I can not find the way to come to my house.” She met me on the road and came here with me. ”
“Mom … my mother was gone about three months ago, so how did you meet me now?” She said, surprisingly looking at me.
We remained silent for several minutes. She went into the house and showed me a picture framed. “This is my mom’s tower,” “It’s OK to meet me on the road and show me the way home”. I said after a short silence.
“It’s amazing, how can I be afraid, sir?” I realized that she was a little afraid. I resigned her and said,
“She will be born to you in a spirit and love you around here, and you see that it does not bother you, so be careful not to be ashamed of her, but to pray to your mother and pray to the mother for the good of her mother.”
miyagiya kata nivasaṭa yana pāra penvayi
vāstu vidyānukūlava tama nivasē dōṣa pavatīdæyi parīkṣā kara bælīmaṭa pæmiṇena lesa taruṇa kāntāvakagen durakathana æmatumak læbiṇa. pæmiṇiya hæki dinaya saha vēlāva pavasā nivasē lipinaya saha pæmiṇena mārga vistarada saṭahan kara gatimi.
niyamita dina, niyamita vēlāvaṭa kalin adāḷa lipinaya soyā trirōda rathayakin giyemi. eya māsa kīpayakaṭa kalin vivṛta karana lada nivāsa yōjanā kramayakaṭa ayat nivāsa kīpayaki. tama asalvæsiyan piḷiban̆da etaram vistarayak ema nivæsiyan dæna siṭiyē næta. emanisā maṭa avaśya vū nivasa soyā gænīma taramak apahasu viya. nivāsavala aṁka piḷiveḷakaṭa novīya.
trirōda riyen bæsa vaṭapiṭa sevīmēdī sudu hæn̆dagat vayasgata kāntāvak idiriyaṭa pæmiṇiyāya. “magē duvagē nivasa balannada āvē?” æya tama diyaṇiyagē namada san̆dahan kaḷāya. maṭa satuṭak dæniṇa. “ov” yǣyi mama piḷituru dunimi.
“enna mahatmayā” ǣ idiriyen gaman kaḷāya. mama piṭupasin ṭika durak giyemi.
“magē duvaṭa mē davasvala karadara, eyāgē mahattayā saha ḷamayin nitara asanīpayen. gē hon̆daṭa parīkṣā kara balā dos ætnam kiyanna.”
ǣ gēṭṭuvak vivṛta kara kuḍā gevattaṭa ætuḷu viya. mē tamā duvagē gedara mahatmayā. ohoma inna. mama duvaṭa katā karannam. idiripasa pradhāna dora vasā janel vivṛta kara tibiṇi. mahalu kāntāva nivasē piṭupasa pættaṭa giyāya. mama midulē natara vīmi.
vināḍi kīpayak gataviya. pradhāna dora vivṛta karana bavak penennaṭa næta. mama idiriyaṭa gos viduli sīnuva nāda kaḷemi. mohotakin dora vivṛta viya. daruvaku vaḍāgat taruṇa kāntāvak idiriyaṭa pæmiṇiyāya.
“ā enna mahatmayā. vāḍivanna… parisaraya tavama purudu næti nisā daval kālayaṭat, idiripasa dora vasā genayi inne” ǣ kāruṇikava pævasuvāya.
magē kāryaya ārambha kaḷemi. mālimā yantraya tabā pradhāna uḷuvassa pihiṭi diśāva bæluvemi. nivasē diga, paḷala, vargaphalaya, uḷuvahu, janel saṁkhyāva, ēvāyē pihiṭīma, muḷutængeya, nāna kāmaraya, væsikiḷiya pihiṭīma, vahaḷayē dōṣa magē parīkṣāvaṭa lakviya. pavatina dos kīpayak penvā dī ēvā siyalla kaḍadāsiyaka san̆dahan kara dos, nidos karana andamada san̆dahan kaḷemi.
magē kāryaya nimavū bævin mama vāḍivī katābaha ārambha kaḷemi. ǣ tē kōppayak piḷigænvīya.
“kō ammā? pēnna nætte” æya tamā maṭa pāra pennuve…”
“ammā…” ǣ dǣs vivara kara mā desa galgæhī balā siṭiyāya.
“ov oyāge ammā. maṭa gedaraṭa enna pāra soyāganna ṭikak apahasu vuṇā. ammā pārēdī muṇagæsī māva mehāṭa ekka āvā.”
“ammā… magē ammā dænaṭa māsa tunakaṭa pera nætivuṇā. itin kohomada dæn mahattayāma muṇagæhuṇe” ǣ pudumayen mā desa balā siṭimin pævasuvāya.
api vināḍi kīpayak niśśabdava siṭiyemu. ǣ nivasa tuḷaṭa gos rāmu karana lada pintūrayak genævit maṭa pennuvāya. “mē ammāgē emdṭō eka”, “hari meyā tamayi maṭa pārēdi muṇa gæsī mē nivasaṭa enna pāra pennuvē” man̆da niśśabdatāvakin pasuva mama kīvemi.
“hari pudumayi. ehema ennē kohomada mahatmayā. maṭa bayakut dænenavā” æya taramaka biyen siṭina bava maṭa avabōdha viya. mama æya asvasamin mesē pævasuvemi.
“æya yamkisi ātmayaka ipadī obaṭa ādarayen mē avaṭa særisaranavā æti. mē siddhiyen pēnnē obaṭa æyagen kisima karadarayak novana bavayi. ē nisā biya viya yutu næhæ. hæki taram pin daham kara ammāṭa piṁ anumōdan karanna. in miyagiya ammāṭa yahapatak sidu vēvi.”
This is a Google word to word translation of a article publised on Divaina on 2012/07/20.