21.09.2021
The Nightingale and the Rose
I come bringing a fairytaleFound by someone under a tiny azalea.
This is how it begins:
“There once was a manor…”
There once was a manor at the edge of the world.
I can’t remember where exactly it stood.
And one evening at summer’s end,
A ball was about to start in the rose garden.
Flowers washed their eyes with dew
To look pretty when the king arrived.
And Moon and Night raised a toast,
Softly singing, “Let’s make merry.”
Everyone was having fun, carousing and skipping ‘round,
An orchestra of birds playing for the dancers.
But there, in the corner, a nightingale was crying alone
For a little rose whom he loved.
O my dear rose, why do you torment me so
When I want to sing for you
When I want to play for you?
Come give me a petal before you lose it,
And I’ll shower you with water, you’re so dear to me.
The dear white rose ran out of the field
And stopped short in the middle of the hall.
Even a bloom can feel love’s calling,
And when you water it, it withers gladly.
No-one suspected what would happen,
Full moon their only witness.
The rose had forgotten about her sharp hands
And one little heart got pierced with a thorn.
When the flowers went home to sleep at dawn,
They found the nightingale dreaming his eternal dream.
They all cried over his grave,
a rose bush having blossomed upon it.