Sweet Porridge

There was once a poor widow who had only one daughter, a child who was so good and gentle that everyone who knew her, loved her.

Dahulu kala hiduplah seorang janda miskin yang hanya memiliki satu anak perempuan, seorang anak yang begitu baik dan lembut sehingga setiap orang yang mengenalnya, mencintainya.

One day the child went into the forest to gather firewood, and she was very sad because there was nothing left in the house to eat, and because she and her mother were so often obliged to go hungry.

Suatu hari anak itu pergi ke hutan untuk mengumpulkan kayu bakar, dan ia sangat sedih karena tidak ada lagi makanan tersisa di rumah, dan karena ia dan ibunya begitu sering terpaksa menahan lapar.

She had already gathered a bundle of sticks, and was about to go home, when she saw a poor old woman who had also come to the forest for wood. The woman was so bent and stiff that it was pitiful to see her. The child felt sorry for her and wished to help her.

Ia sudah mengumpulkan seikat ranting, dan hendak pulang, ketika ia melihat seorang perempuan tua yang miskin yang juga datang ke hutan untuk mencari kayu. Perempuan itu begitu bungkuk dan kaku sehingga menyedihkan untuk dilihat. Anak itu merasa kasihan padanya dan ingin membantunya.

“Good mother,” said she, “let me gather the wood for you; it must be hard for you to stoop.”

"Nenek yang baik," katanya, "biarkan aku mengumpulkan kayu untukmu; pasti berat bagimu untuk membungkuk."

She put down her own load, and gathered for the old woman as much as she was able to carry. “I would take it home for you,” said the little girl, “but my mother is waiting for me, and I must make haste, for I am already late.”

Ia meletakkan bebannya sendiri, dan mengumpulkan kayu untuk perempuan tua itu sebanyak yang mampu ia bawa. "Aku ingin mengantarkannya pulang untukmu," kata gadis kecil itu, "tetapi ibuku sedang menungguku, dan aku harus bergegas, karena aku sudah terlambat."

“Child,” said the old woman, “you have a good heart, and you deserve to be rewarded.” She then drew out from under her cloak a little iron pot. “Take this,” she said. “It is a magic pot. Whenever you are hungry you have only to say—

"Anakku," kata perempuan tua itu, "engkau memiliki hati yang baik, dan engkau pantas mendapat imbalan." Ia lalu mengeluarkan dari balik jubahnya sebuah periuk besi kecil. "Ambillah ini," katanya. "Ini adalah periuk ajaib. Kapan pun engkau lapar, engkau hanya perlu mengucapkan—

“‘Boil little pot Till the porridge is hot,’

"'Mendidihlah, periuk kecil, Sampai buburnya panas,'

and it will begin to boil and fill up with sweet porridge. When you have had enough say—

maka ia akan mulai mendidih dan terisi penuh dengan bubur manis. Ketika engkau sudah merasa cukup, katakanlah—

“‘Cease little pot, The porridge is hot,’

"'Berhentilah, periuk kecil, Buburnya sudah panas,'

and it will stop boiling.”

maka ia akan berhenti mendidih."

She made the child repeat the words after her several times, and she then gave her the pot and hobbled away through the forest.

Ia meminta anak itu mengulangi kata-kata itu setelahnya beberapa kali, lalu memberikan periuk itu kepadanya dan terpincang-pincang pergi menembus hutan.

The child was filled with joy at the thought that now she and her mother need never be hungry again. She ran home as fast as she could, carrying the pot with both hands.

Anak itu dipenuhi kegembiraan memikirkan bahwa kini ia dan ibunya tidak akan pernah kelaparan lagi. Ia berlari pulang secepat mungkin, membawa periuk itu dengan kedua tangannya.

When she came in her mother asked her where the wood was.

Ketika ia masuk, ibunya bertanya di mana kayu bakarnya.

“I have brought home something better than wood,” cried the child. “The wood only warms us, but here is something that will feed us as well.” She set the pot upon the table and said:

"Aku membawa pulang sesuatu yang lebih baik daripada kayu," seru anak itu. "Kayu hanya menghangatkan kita, tetapi ini adalah sesuatu yang juga akan memberi kita makan." Ia meletakkan periuk itu di atas meja dan berkata:

“Boil little pot Till the porridge is hot.”

"Mendidihlah, periuk kecil, Sampai buburnya panas."

The pot at once began to bubble and boil, and soon it was full and brimming over with sweet porridge. The widow caught up a spoon and dipped some of the porridge out into a bowl, but the more she dipped out the more there was in it. When all the bowls in the house were full, the child said:

Periuk itu seketika mulai berbual dan mendidih, dan segera penuh serta meluap dengan bubur manis. Sang janda mengambil sendok dan menyendok sebagian bubur itu ke dalam mangkuk, tetapi semakin banyak yang disendoknya semakin banyak pula isinya. Ketika semua mangkuk di rumah itu sudah penuh, anak itu berkata:

“Cease little pot, The porridge is hot,”

"Berhentilah, periuk kecil, Buburnya sudah panas,"

and at once the pot stopped boiling.

dan seketika periuk itu berhenti mendidih.

The widow was overjoyed at the treasure the little girl had brought home. “Come,” cried she, “let us sit down and eat.”

Sang janda sangat gembira atas harta yang dibawa pulang oleh gadis kecil itu. "Ayo," serunya, "mari kita duduk dan makan."

“Yes, dear mother,” said the child, “but first I will carry some of the porridge to the neighbors who were so kind to us when we had nothing.”

"Ya, Ibu sayang," kata anak itu, "tetapi lebih dahulu aku akan membawakan sedikit bubur ini untuk para tetangga yang begitu baik kepada kita ketika kita tidak memiliki apa-apa."

She filled a large kettle with porridge and started out with it, but no sooner had she gone than the widow began to wonder whether they had kept enough for themselves. She did not feel satisfied, so she said to the pot:

Ia mengisi sebuah ketel besar dengan bubur dan berangkat membawanya, tetapi begitu ia pergi, sang janda mulai bertanya-tanya apakah mereka telah menyisakan cukup untuk diri mereka sendiri. Ia merasa belum puas, sehingga ia berkata kepada periuk itu:

“Boil little pot Till the porridge is hot.”

"Mendidihlah, periuk kecil, Sampai buburnya panas."

Immediately the pot began to bubble and boil. Soon it was full and the porridge began to run over. The widow wished to stop it, but she had forgotten what to say. “Enough!” she cried. “Stop! Stop!” but the porridge still boiled up and over the edge of the pot. The widow caught up the spoon and again began dipping out the porridge; she dipped as fast as she could. Soon all the pots and pans in the house were full and still the pot continued to boil out porridge. In despair the widow seized the pot and threw it outside the door, but the porridge flowed out from it in a stream, and ran down the road.

Seketika periuk itu mulai berbual dan mendidih. Segera periuk itu penuh dan bubur mulai tumpah ke luar. Sang janda ingin menghentikannya, tetapi ia telah lupa kata-kata yang harus diucapkan. "Cukup!" serunya. "Berhenti! Berhenti!" tetapi bubur itu tetap mendidih dan meluap melewati tepi periuk. Sang janda mengambil sendok dan kembali menyendoki bubur itu; ia menyendok secepat yang ia bisa. Segera semua periuk dan panci di rumah itu penuh dan periuk itu masih saja terus mendidihkan bubur. Dalam keputusasaan, sang janda menyambar periuk itu dan melemparkannya ke luar pintu, tetapi bubur itu tetap mengalir keluar darinya seperti sungai, dan mengalir menyusuri jalan.

The little girl was coming home when she met the stream of porridge, and at once she guessed what had happened. She ran as fast as she could and when she came to the place where the pot lay she cried:

Gadis kecil itu sedang pulang ketika ia bertemu dengan aliran bubur itu, dan seketika ia menduga apa yang telah terjadi. Ia berlari secepat yang ia bisa dan ketika ia sampai di tempat periuk itu tergeletak, ia berseru:

“Cease little pot, The porridge is hot.”

"Berhentilah, periuk kecil, Buburnya sudah panas."

At once the pot stopped boiling, but already enough porridge had been wasted to have fed the whole countryside.

Seketika periuk itu berhenti mendidih, tetapi sudah cukup banyak bubur yang terbuang hingga bisa memberi makan seluruh penduduk desa di sekitarnya.

After that the widow never again dared to tell the pot to boil. When they wished for porridge it was the child who spoke to it. But from then on she and her mother never lacked for anything, for the porridge was so delicious that people came from far and near to buy from them.

Setelah kejadian itu, sang janda tidak pernah lagi berani menyuruh periuk itu mendidih. Ketika mereka ingin bubur, anak itulah yang berbicara kepadanya. Namun sejak saat itu, ia dan ibunya tidak pernah lagi kekurangan apa pun, karena bubur itu begitu lezat sehingga orang-orang datang dari jauh dan dekat untuk membelinya dari mereka.