🇬🇧"The Happy Prince" by Oscar Wilde tells the story of a golden statue of a prince, adorned with jewels, who overlooks the city from a high pedestal. Though named "Happy," the Prince is deeply saddened by the suffering he witnesses among the poor inhabitants. He enlists the help of a swallow, who, despite needing to migrate for winter, helps the Prince by delivering his jewels and gold to those in need, leading to both their deaths and a divine reward.
🇪🇸"El Príncipe Feliz" de Oscar Wilde cuenta la historia de una estatua dorada de un príncipe, adornada con joyas, que observa la ciudad desde un alto pedestal. Aunque llamado "Feliz", el Príncipe está profundamente entristecido por el sufrimiento que presencia entre los pobres habitantes. Pide la ayuda de una golondrina, que, a pesar de tener que emigrar para pasar el invierno, ayuda al Príncipe entregando sus joyas y oro a los necesitados, lo que lleva a la muerte de ambos y a una recompensa divina.
THE HAPPY PRINCE
High above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the
Happy Prince.
He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold; for eyes he
had two bright sapphires, and a large red ruby glowed on his
sword-hilt.
He was very much admired indeed. “He is as beautiful as a
weathercock,” remarked one of the Town Councillors who wished
to gain a reputation for having artistic tastes; “only not quite so
useful,” he added, fearing lest people should think him
unpractical, which he really was not.
“Why can’t you be like the Happy Prince?” asked a sensible
mother of her little boy who was crying for the moon. “The Happy
Prince never dreams of crying for anything.” “I am glad there is
some one in the world who is quite happy,” muttered a
disappointed man as he gazed at the wonderful statue.
“He looks just like an angel,” said the Charity Children as they
came out of the cathedral in their bright scarlet cloaks, and their
clean white pinafores.
“How do you know?” said the Mathematical Master, “you have
never seen one.”
“Ah! but we have, in our dreams,” answered the children; and the
Mathematical Master frowned and looked very severe, for he did
not approve of children dreaming.
One night there flew over the city a little Swallow. His friends had
gone away to Egypt six weeks before, but he had stayed behind,
for he was in love with the most beautiful Reed. He had met her
early in the spring as he was flying down the river after a big
yellow moth, and had been so attracted by her slender waist that
he had stopped to talk to her.
“Shall I love you?” said the Swallow, who liked to come to the
point at once, and the Reed made him a low bow. So he flew round
and round her, touching the water with his wings, and making
silver ripples. This was his courtship, and it lasted all through the summer.
“It is a ridiculous attachment,” twittered the other Swallows, “she
has no money, and far too many relations”; and indeed the river
was quite full of Reeds.
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