"People where you live," the little prince said, "grow five thousand roses in one garden... yet they don't find what they're looking for...

They don't find it," I answered.

And yet what they're looking for could be found in a single rose, or a little water..."

Of course," I answered.

And the little prince added, "But eyes are blind. You have to look with the heart."

People where you live, the little prince said, grow five thousand roses in one garden... Yet they don't find what they're looking for... And yet what they're looking for could be found in a single rose.

Les hommes de chez toi, dit le petit prince, cultivent cinq mille roses dans un même jardin… et ils n’y trouvent pas ce qu’ils cherchent...

Los hombres de tu planeta cultivan cinco mil rosas en un mismo jardín... - dijo el principito- y no encuentran lo que buscan...
- No lo encuentran... - respondí.
- Y sin embargo, lo que buscan bien podrían encontrarlo en una sola rosa o en un poco de agua...
- Claro que sí - dije.
Y el principito añadió:
- Pero los ojos son ciegos. Hay que buscar con el corazón.

People where you live grow five thousand roses in one garden...yet they don't find what they are looking for.

"The little prince went away, to look again at the roses.

"You are not at all like my rose," he said. "As yet you are nothing. No one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one. You are like my fox when I first knew him. He was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But I have made him my friend, and now he is unique in all the world."

And the roses were very much embarassed.

"You are beautiful, but you are empty," he went on. "One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you — the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it is she that I have sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars (except the two or three that we saved to become butterflies); because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted, or ever sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose.

"The little prince went back to look at the roses again.
"You're not at all like my rose. You're nothing at all yet," he told them. "No one has tamed you and you haven't tamed anyone. You're the way my fox was. He was just a fox like a hundred thousand others. But I've made him my friend, and now he's the only fox in all the world."
And the roses were humbled.
"You're lovely, but you're empty," he went on. "One couldn't die for you. Of course, an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose, all on her own, is more important than all of you together, since she's the one I've watered. Since she's the one I put under glass. Since she's the one I sheltered behind a screen. Since she's the one for whom I killed the caterpillars (except the two or three for butterflies.) Since she's the one I listened to when she complained, or when she boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing at all. Since she's my rose.

Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say; Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday?

Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say; Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday?

One rose, a rose to gather by and by,
One rose, a rose, to gather and to wear,
No rose but one — what other rose had I?
One rose, my rose; a rose that will not die,

Così il piccolo principe addomesticò la volpe. E quando l'ora della partenza fu vicina:
« Ah! » disse la volpe, « piangerò.»
« La colpa è tua », disse il piccolo principe,
« io non ti volevo far del male, ma tu hai voluto che ti addomesticassi...»
« E' vero », disse la volpe.
« Ma piangerai! » disse il piccolo principe.
« E' certo », disse la volpe.
« Ma allora che ci guadagni? »
« Ci guadagno », disse la volpe, « il colore del grano. »

«Da te, gli uomini», disse il piccolo principe,
«coltivano cinquemila rose
nello stesso giardino...
e non trovano quello
che cercano...»

«Non lo trovano», ripetei.

«E tuttavia quello che cercano potrebbe essere
trovato in una sola rosa o in un po' d'acqua...»

«Certo», confermai.

E il piccolo principe soggiunse:

«Ma gli occhi sono ciechi. Bisogna cercare col cuore.»

"The little prince went away, to look again at the roses.
"You are not at all like my rose," he said. "As yet, you are nothing. No one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one.
"You're like my fox when I first knew him. He was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But I have made him my friend, and now he is unique in all the world."

The rose of all the world is not for me.
I want for my part
Only the little white rose of Scotland
That smells sharp and sweet — and breaks the heart.

Adieu, dit-il…
- Adieu, dit le renard. Voici mon secret. Il est très simple : on ne voit bien qu’avec le coeur. L’essentiel est invisible pour les yeux.
- L’essentiel est invisible pour les yeux, répéta le petit prince, afin de se souvenir.
- C’est le temps que tu a perdu pour ta rose qui fait ta rose si importante.
- C’est le temps que j’ai perdu pour ma rose… fit le petit prince, afin de se souvenir.
- Les hommes ont oublié cette vérité, dit le renard. Mais tu ne dois pas l’oublier. Tu deviens responsable pour toujours de ce que tu as apprivoisé. Tu es responsable de ta rose…
- Je suis responsable de ma rose… répéta le petit prince, afin de se souvenir.