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“My only axe has sunk into your waters,” he replied.

Pleased by his honesty, the spirit gifted him all three axes. From that day on, Edomcha prospered, but he never forgot his truthfulness. And the villagers began to say: “Edomcha thu nabagi wari” — meaning, “The story of Edomcha teaches us to never trade truth for treasure.” If you meant something else — a poem, a ritual chant, a historical event, or a line from a song — please provide more context (language, region, or source). I’d be happy to rewrite the text to match the original intent. Edomcha Thu Nabagi Wari

One afternoon, while chopping wood near the old banyan tree, Edomcha’s iron axe slipped from his hand and fell into a deep, swirling pool. He sat by the bank and wept, for without his axe, he could not work, and without work, his family would go hungry. “My only axe has sunk into your waters,” he replied

Hearing his cry, the Spirit of the River appeared — a shimmering figure draped in blue and green. “Why do you weep, Edomcha?” asked the spirit. And the villagers began to say: “Edomcha thu

The spirit smiled and brought a silver axe. “Then this?” “No,” Edomcha said again. “That is not mine either.”

Long ago, in a village surrounded by deep forests and flowing rivers, there lived a poor but honest woodcutter named Edomcha. Every day, he would go into the forest to cut dry branches and sell them in the nearby market. Though life was hard, he never took more than he needed, and he always greeted the forest spirits with a kind heart.