سَمِعْتُI heardمِنْfromقَصْرِthe palaceالمَزْرَعَةِthe farmفِيinتِلْكَthatالأَمْسِيَةِeveningأَصْوَاتٍvoicesغِنَاءٍsinging..وَضَحِكَAnd laughterمُرْتَفِعٌloudوَفَجْأَةًAnd suddenlyاعْتَرَىovercameالحَيَوَانَاتِthe animalsحُبٌّloveالِاسْتِطْلَاعِof curiosityعِندَuponسَمَاعِهَاhearing itتِلْكَthoseالأَصْوَاتِvoicesالمُخْتَلَطَةِthe mixedتَرَىthey wonderمَاذَاwhatيَحْدُثُis happeningهُنَاكَthere..فَالْآنَSo nowوَلِأَوَّلِand for the firstمَرَّةٍtimeتَلْتَقِيmeetالحَيَوَانَاتُthe animalsمَعَwithبَنِيhumansالْبَشَرِthe humansعَلَىonقَدْequalالْمُسَاوَاةِterms?وَبِاتِّفَاقٍAnd by agreementجَمَاعِيٌّcollective,,بَدَأَتْthey startedالحَيَوَانَاتُthe animalsالزَّحْفَcrawlingبِخُطُواتٍwith stepsصَامِتَةٍsilentنَحْوَtowardsالْحَدِيقَةِthe garden..تَوَقَّفَتْThey stoppedعِندَatالْبَوَّابَةِthe gateشَبَهَkind ofخَائِفَةًafraidمِنْtoالِاسْتِمْرَارِcontinue,,لَكِنْbutكِلُوفَرَCloverتَقَدَّمَتْهَاled them..وَسَارَتْAnd walkedعَلَىonأَطْرَافِthe tipsقَوَائِمِهَاof its legs..وَتَلَصَّصَتْAnd peepedالحَيَوَانَاتُthe animalsالطَّوِيلَةِthe tallمِنْهَاof themعَبْرَthroughزُجَاجِglassغُرْفَةِof the roomالطَّعَامِfood..رَأَتْShe sawاثْنَاtwelveعَشَرَfarmersيَجْلِسُونَsittingحَوْلَaroundالْمَائِدَةِthe tableالطَّوِيلَةِlongوَسِتَّةًAnd sixخَنَازِيرَpigsمِنَofالْمُتَفَوِّقِينَthe elite..وَكَانَAnd Napoleonنَفْسُهُhimselfيَحْتَلُّoccupiedكُرْسِيٍّchairالشَّرَفِof honorفِيinصَدْرِthe headالْمَائِدَةِof the table..وَبَدَاAnd appearedالِارْتِيَاحُreliefعَلَىonالخَنَازِيرِthe pigsوَهِيَAnd theyفِيinمَقَاعِدِهَاtheir seats..كَانَتْThey wereالمَجْمُوعَةُthe groupتَسْتَمْتِعُenjoyingبِلَعِبِplayingالْوَرَقِcardsلَكِنْbutتَوَقَّفَتْthey stoppedبَرْهَةًfor a momentلِتَبادُلِto exchangeالْأَنْخَابِthe toastsكَانَThere wasيَدُورُgoing aroundعَلَيْهَاon itإِبْرِيقٍa pitcherكَبِيرٍbigلِلْمَلْءِto fillالْكُؤُوسِthe glassesالْكَبِيرَةِthe bigبِالْبِيرَةِwith beer.وَلَمْAnd noيَلْتَقِطْone noticedأَحَدٌanyoneوُجُودَthe presenceالحَيَوَانَاتِthe animalsالمُنْدَهَشَةِthe surprisedالَّتِيthatكَانَتْwereتُحَدِّقُgazingعَبْرَthroughالنافِذَةِthe window...وَقَفَMr.السَّيِّدُBillingstonبيلنغتونthe ownerصَاحِبُof the Foxwoodمَزْرَعَةٍfarm,,وَهُوَand heيَحْمِلُwas carryingبِيَدِهِin his handكَأْسًاa glassكَبِيرَةًbig,,وَقَالَand saidإِنَّهُhe willسَيَشْرَبُdrinkنَخَبًاa toastعَلَىin honorشَرَفِofالحَاضِرِينَthe present.وَلَكِنْButقَبْلَbeforeأَنْheيَفْعَلَdid that,رَأَىhe sawبِأَنَّهُthat it wasمِنَnecessaryالضَّرُورِيِّto sayقَوْلَsomethingشَيْءٍabout it.مَاsomething...قَالَHe saidإِنَّthatمِنَofدَوَاعِيgreat pleasuresسُرُورِهِisالْعَظِيمِall the present--وَهُوَand heبِالتَّأْكِيدِsurelyكذلكSoالْجَمِيعُeveryoneالحَاضِرِينَpresent--أَنْthatيَشْعُرَhe feelsبِأَنَّthatفَتْرَةًa periodطَوِيلَةًlongمِنْofعَدَمِnot trustingالثِّقَةِthe trust.إِلَىtowardsكَثْرَةِthe abundanceمِنَofالتَّقَلُّبَاتِfluctuationsالَّتِيthatقَدْmayسَاهَمَتْcontributedفِيinالْحَيَاةِthe lifeفِيinالْآوِنَةِrecentالأَخِيرَةِtimes.
I heard voices of singing from the palace of the farm that evening. And laughter was loud, and suddenly the animals were overcome with curiosity upon hearing those mixed voices; they wondered what is happening there. So now, for the first time, are the animals meeting with humans on equal terms? By a collective agreement, the animals started crawling with silent steps towards the garden. They stopped at the gate, kind of afraid to continue, but Clover led them on. She walked on the tips of her legs to the house, and the tall animals peeped through the glass of the dining room.. They saw twelve farmers sitting around the long table and six pigs of the elite. Napoleon himself occupied the chair of honor at the head of the table. The pigs appeared relieved in their seats. The group was enjoying playing cards, but they stopped for a moment to exchange toasts that were going around on a big pitcher to fill the large glasses with beer. And no one noticed the presence of the surprised animals that were gazing through the window. Mr. Billington, the owner of Foxwood farm, was carrying a big glass in his hand and said that he will toast in honor of the present. But before he did that, he saw that it was necessary to say something. He said that it is his great pleasure - and surely it is everyone present's - to feel that a long period of not trusting towards the abundance of fluctuations that may have contributed to life in recent times.