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El Ruiseñor y La Rosa
El Ruiseñor y La Rosa
Student; "but in the whole garden there is not a single red rose left.
the oak tree, and was looking at him through the leaves.
The Nightingale was listening to him from his nest in the oak, and was looking at him through the
leaves; when he heard this, he was astonished.
not a single red rose in the whole garden! -Oh, happiness depends even on such little things! I
have already studied everything the wise men have written, I know the secrets of philosophy, and
yet I am
-At last we have here a real lover," said the nightingale to himself.
At last we have a real lover here," said the nightingale to himself. I have been
I have been singing to him night after night, though I do not know him; and night after night I have
told his story to the stars; and at last I see him now. His
hair is dark as the hyacinth flower, and his lips are as red as the rose, and his
but passion has made his face pale to the color of ivory, and sadness has already put its mark on
his forehead.
The Prince gives the ball to-morrow night," continued the Student, "and there
a red rose I'll hold her in my arms, and she'll lay her head on my shoulder
not a single red rose in my garden, I shall have to sit alone, and she will
sit alone, and she'll dance past me, without even looking at me
a thing to be admired, more precious than emeralds and rarer than white opals. Neither
with pearls nor with ointments can it be bought, because it is not sold in the markets. No
scales of gold.
The musicians will be seated on their platform," said the Student, "and they will make music
will dance to the sound of harp and violin. She will dance
so lightly, that her feet will scarcely touch the ground, and the
But with me she will not dance, for I have not a red rose to give her.
And she threw herself down on the grass, and hiding her face in her hands
bitterly.
–asked a green lizard that passed in front of him with its tail in the air.
Yes, why?
-Yes, why? -murmured a daisy to her neighbor, in a sweet and faint voice.
How ridiculous!
The lizard, who was a little cynical, burst out laughing with laughter.
The lizard, who was a little cynical, burst out laughing. Only the Nightingale understood the secret
of the Student's grief and,
soared into the air. It crossed like a shadow across the avenue
across the avenue, and like a shadow it glided through the garden.
rose bush, and the Nightingale flew to perch on one of its branches.
as the foam of the sea and whiter than the snow on the mountain.
and whiter than the snow on the mountain. But go to my sister, who grows by the old sundial, and
she may give you the
you need.
The Nightingale flew to the big rose bush that grew by the old sundial.
-Give me a red rose," he said, "and I will sing you my sweetest song.
-Give me a red rose," he said, "and I will sing you my sweetest song.
he answered, "they are as red as the feet of doves, and redder than the coral fans
winter froze my veins, and the frost withered my buds, and the storm broke my branches, and all
this year I shall not have any more
branches, and all this year I shall have no red roses. red.
-There is a way," answered the rose-tree, "but it is so terrible that I dare not say so.
-Tell me," said the Nightingale, "I will not be frightened. I will not be frightened.
-If you want a red rose," said the rosebush, "you must build it with your music, in the moonlight,
and dye it with your music.
moonlight, and dye it with your heart's blood. You must sing with your breast resting on one of my
thorns. You must sing all night long
and your life's blood will flow in my veins and become mine....
For a red rose," murmured the Nightingale, "and life is sweet to all. It is pleasant to stand in the
green wood and watch the sun
in his chariot of gold and the moon in her chariot of pearls.
hawthorn, and sweet are the bluebells that grow in the valley
that grow in the valley and the heather that blossoms on the
better than life, and, lastly, what is the heart of a nightingale compared to the heart of a man in
love?
Of a man in love?
And, spreading his dark wings, the nightingale soared into the air, crossed over the garden
The Student was still lying on the grass, as he had left it; and the tears did not dry in his wide eyes.
I will build it with my music, in the moonlight, and I will dye it with my music.
I ask only that you be a true lover, for Love is wiser than Philosophy, however wise it may be.
than Philosophy, however wise it may be, and it is more powerful than Force, however wise it may
be.
is more powerful than Force, however strong it may be. as it may be. The wings of Love are flames
of
fire. His lips are sweet as honey, and his breath is like wild myrrh. breath is like wild myrrh.
The Student looked up from the grass and listened, but he did not understand what the
Nightingale was saying, for he could only
the Nightingale, because he could only understand what was written in books.
On the other hand, the holm oak understood and began to sway very sadly, as it
and began to sway very sadly, because it felt a deep affection for the little Nightingale who had
built the nest in its nest.
voice was like water falling from a silver pitcher. silver pitcher.
When the Nightingale's song was over, the Student got up and took out of his pocket a little
notebook and a pencil. a notebook and a pencil.
-I must admit that the bird has style," he said to himself as he walked along the sidewalk, "that
cannot be denied; but does he
but does it feel what it sings? I'm afraid not, he must be like so many artists, all style and no
sincerity. He would never sacrifice himself for anyone, he thinks
selfish. However, I must admit that his voice gives very beautiful notes.
It's a pity they don't mean anything, or that they don't mean anything important to anyone!
Then she went into her bedroom, and, lying down on her bed, began again to
Nightingale flew to the rose bush, and rested his chest on the
and the cold, crystalline moon leaned down to listen. All night long he was singing thus leaning,
and the thorn was sinking deeper and deeper into his flesh
the highest branch of the rosebush blossomed a wondrous rose, petal after petal like song after
song.
that floats on the river; pale as the feet of the morning and silver as the wings of the dawn.
It was like the reflection of a rose in a silver chalice, it was like the reflection of a rose in a mirror of
water.
cried the rosebush, "or the day will come before you have
And the Nightingale pressed more tightly against the thorn, and more and more
thorn, and more and more its song grew, for now it sang of the
now sang of the birth of passion in the soul of a young man soul of a young man and a virgin.
the leaves of the rose, like the blush that covers the cheeks of the bridegroom
But the thorn did not yet reach the heart of the heart, and the heart of the rose remained white,
for only the blood of a
cried the rosebush, "or the day will come before you have
And the Nightingale pressed himself still tighter against the thorn, and the thorn at last reached
the rose.
more and more bitter was the pain, and more and more impetuous became his
the rose of the Eastern sky. Its crown of petals was purple as the heart of a ruby is purple.
of a ruby.
its wings began to flutter, and a cloud fell over its eyes.
fell over his eyes. His song grew fainter and fainter
more and more, and he felt that something was clogging his throat.
music. At the sound of it the white moon forgot the dawn and lingered
dawn and lingered on the horizon. At the sound of it the red rose trembled with ecstasy.
red rose trembled with ecstasy and opened its petals to the morning freshness.
the sea.
is finished!
But the Nightingale did not answer, for he was dead with the thorn in his heart.
It was about noon when the Student awoke; he opened the window and looked out.
At once he put on his hat, and with the rose in his hand, he ran to the professor's house.
near the door, reeling a skein of blue silk, with her little dog
-You said you would dance with me if I brought you a red rose," exclaimed the Student.
Tonight you will pin it on your heart, and as we dance together I will be able to tell you how much I
love you.
and everyone knows that jewels are more expensive than flowers. more expensive than flowers.
sourly said the Student, and threw the rose angrily into the stream
-Ungrateful? -said the girl, "I tell you that you are rude.
I tell you that you are rude. What are you, after all?
that you wear silver buckles on your shoes, as the Chamberlain's nephew does.
It is not half as useful as Logic, because it proves nothing and speaks to you.
it doesn't prove anything, and it always talks to you about things that never happen, and
things that never happen, and makes one believe truths that are not true. It is really not practical
at all, and as in these times to be practical is to be everything, I will return to Philosophy and the
study of Metaphysics.
And on arriving home, he opened a book full of dust, and began to read.