Dendera Shiri yeMvura 🔊

Kare kare zvakako, mwedzi waGumiguru wakasvika asi denga rakaramba risina kana gore rimwe chete remvura.

Long ago, the tenth month arrived, yet the sky remained cloudless and the fields lay dusty and waiting.

Shiri diki dzakatanga kuimba imwe neimwe oga-oga nesimba, asi ruzha rwacho rwaisanzwika mudenga.

The small birds each sang alone at the top of their lungs, but their scattered chirping could not reach the heavens.

Dendera mukuru akafamba zvinyoro-nyoro akati, "Hama dzangu, kana tikaimba pamwe chete nerwiyo rumwe, denga richatinzwa."

Wise old Ground Hornbill stepped forward calmly: "My friends, if we blend our voices into one steady rhythm, the sky will hear us."

Mambakwedza achisvika, Dendera akatanga kuridza inzwi rake dzamu kunge ngoma: "Huu-huu, mvura ngainaye!"

At the break of dawn, Dendera sounded his deep bass call like a resonant drum: "Huu-huu, let the gentle rains fall!"

Njiva, Hanga, naTimba vakabatanidza manzwi avo pamwe naDendera, sango rose ndokuzara nerwiyo rwakanaka.

Dove, Guineafowl, and Prinia wove their melodies around Dendera's bass note until the whole forest resonated as one.

Mhepo inotonhora yakavhuvhuta, makore matema akaungana, ndokunaya mvura yemunhuruka yakazadza nzizi neminda!

A cool breeze swept across the hills, dark rainclouds gathered overhead, and the sweet first rains of summer poured down!

Kusvikira nhasi, varimi vanofara pavanonzwa Dendera achiimba mambakwedza. Ndipo pakafira sarungano. Chidzidzo: Kubatana kune simba!

To this day, farmers rejoice when they hear Dendera calling at dawn before the rains. Moral: In unity there is great power!