القَشَّ،the straw,وَيَشرَبُونَand they drinkمِنَfromالمَوْرِدِthe springوَيَعْمَلُونَand they workفِيinالحُقُولِ،the fields,وَفِيand inالشِّتَاءِthe winterيُزْعِجُهُمْdisturbs themالْبَرْدُ،the cold,وَفِيand inالصَّيْفِthe summerالذُّبَابُ.the flies.
The straw, and they drink from the spring and work in the fields, and in winter the cold disturbs them, and in summer the flies.
وَأَحْيَانًاAnd sometimesكَانَwereالكِبَارُthe eldersمِنْهُمْamong themيَنْقُبُونَdiggingفِيinذِكَرَاتِهِمtheir memoriesالْبَاهِتَةِfadedوَيُحَاوِلُونَand tryتَحديدto determineمَا إِذَاwhether or notكَانَتِit wasالأُمُورُthingsأَفْضَلَbetterأَمْorأَسْوَأَworseمِنَthanالْآنَnowبِالضَّبْطِexactlyبَعْدَafterالأَيَّامِthe daysالأُولَىthe firstمِنَofالثَّوْرَةِ،the revolution,إِثْرَfollowingطَرْدِthe expulsion ofجُونْزَJones ..وَلَمْAnd they could notيَسْتَطِيعُواremember.
And sometimes the elders among them were digging in their faded memories and trying to determine whether things were better or worse than now exactly after the first days of the revolution, following the expulsion of Jones .. And they could not remember.
إِذْAsلَمْthey did notيَكُنْhaveلَدَيْهُمfor themمَاwhatيُمْكِنُcanمُقَارَنَتَهُto compareبِحَيَاتِهِمwith their livesالرَّاهِنَةِ.current.
As they did not have anything to compare with their current lives.
فَلَيْسَSo there is notلَدَيْهُمْfor themمَاwhatيَرْجِعُونَthey returnإِلَيْهِto itغَيْرَother thanالكُشُوفِthe recordsالمَلِيئَةِfilledبِأَرْقَامِwith numbersسُكَيْلَرof Squealerالَّتِيwhichتُوَضِّحُclarifyتَحَسُّنَimprovementالأُمُورِthe mattersبِالتَّدْرِيجِgraduallyفَوَجَدَتْAnd foundالحَيَوَانَاتُthe animalsأَنَّthatمُشْكِلَتَهَاher problemلَاnotحَلٌّsolutionلَهَا.for it.
So there is not anything for them to return to other than the records filled with Squealer's numbers that clarify the gradual improvement of the matters. The animals found that their problem had no solution.
وَمَعَAnd withذَلِكَthatلَمْnotتَئَسْdespairالْحَيَوَانَاتُ.the animals.
And with that the animals did not despair.
عَلَاوَةًMoreoverعَلَىonأَنَّهَاthat theyلَمْdid notتَفْقِدloseقَطٌّ،never,حَتَّىevenوَلَوْifلَحَظَةًa momentإِحْسَاسَهَاof its feelingبِالْكِرَامَةِof dignityوَالْأَمْتِيَازِand privilegeفِيinكَوْنِهَاbeingأَعْضَاءًmembersفِيinمَزْرَعَةِthe farmالْحَيَوَانِof the animalsوَلَاAnd notزَالَتْstillالْمَزْرَعَةُthe farmالْوَحِيدَةُthe onlyفِيinجَمِيعِallأَرْجَاءِregionsإِنْجِلْتَرَاof Englandالَّتِيthatتُمَتَّلِكُهَاowned byوَتُدِيرُهَاand managed byالْحَيَوَانَاتُ.the animals.
Moreover, they never lost, even for a moment, their sense of dignity and privilege in being members of the animal farm, and the farm was still the only one in all the regions of England owned and managed by the animals.
وَلَمْAnd noيَتَوَقَّفone stoppedإِعْجابِthe admirationأَحَدٌof anyoneمِنْهَاof themبِذَلِكَfor thatحَتَّىevenأَصْغَرِهَا،the smallest of them,أَوْorالْقَادِمِينَthe newcomersالْجُدُدِthe newالَّذِينَwhoجَاؤُواcameمِنْfromمَزَارِعَfarmsتَبْعُدُthat are locatedعشرِينَtwentyأَوْorثَلاثِينَthirtyكِيلُومِتْرًا.kilometers.
And no one stopped admiring that, even the smallest of them, or the newcomers who came from farms that are located twenty or thirty kilometers away.
وَعِنْدَمَاAnd whenكَانَتْit wasتَسْمَعُhearالرَّصَاصَthe gunfireيُطْلَقُis firedمِنَfromالْبُنْدُقِيَّةِ،the gun,وَتُشَاهِدُand seesالْعَلَمَthe flagالْأَخْضَرَgreenيَرْفُرِفُflutteringعَلَىonقِمَّةِthe topالسَّارِيَّةِ،of the mast,كَانَتْher heartقُلُوبَهَاtheir heartsتَمْتَلِئُfillبِالْفَخْرِwith prideلَاwithoutنِهَايَةٍendلَهَاfor itوَيَتَحَوَّلُand turnالْحَدِيثُthe conversationدَائِمًاalwaysنَحْوَtowardأَيَّامِthe daysالْبَطُولَةِof heroismالْقَدِيمَةِ،the old,وَطَرْدِand the expulsion ofجُونْزَJonesوَكَتْبِand writingالْوَصَايَاthe commandmentsالسَّبْعِ،the seven,وَالمَعَارِكِand the battlesالْعَظِيمَةِthe greatالَّتِيthatقُطِعَتْcut inفِيهَاthe invadersكَمَاAsأَنَّهَاshe did notلَمْnotتَتَخَلَّgive upقَطْeverعَنْfromالأَحْلَامِthe dreamsالْقَدِيمَةِ.old.
And when they heard the gunfire being fired from the gun, and saw the green flag fluttering at the top of the mast, their hearts filled with endless pride and the conversation always turned toward the days of old heroism, and the expulsion of Jones, and the writing of the seven commandments, and the great battles that cut the invaders into pieces. As she had never given up on the old dreams.
وَمَاAnd whatزَالَتْstillتُؤْمِنُbelieveبِمَاin whatأَعْلَنَهُhe announcedمَيجرMajorالْعَجُوزُ:Old:جُمْهُورِيَّةُRepublicالْحَيَوَانِof the animalsكَانَتْit wasحِينَهَاthenتَتَخَيَّلُimaginingحُقُولٍthe fieldsTwitter:Twitter:@ketab_n@ketab_n134134
And what they still believe in is what Major the Old announced: then it was imagining the fields.