小王子的脸又红了。
“这没有需求……”
我很担忧。我想起了狐狸的话。如果被人顺服了，便能够会要哭的……
我喝了水。我舒畅地呼吸着氛围。戈壁在晨光中泛出蜂蜜的光芒。这蜂蜜般的光芒也使我感到幸运。那么，是甚么给我这些哀痛的感受呢？
“眼睛是甚么也看不见的，应当用心去寻觅。”
“小家伙，你太不公道了。我畴昔只会画开着肚皮和闭着肚皮的巨蟒。”
"What promise"
这时，他又笑了。
“让我来干吧。”我对他说，“这活对你太重了。”
“甚么承诺？”
“哦！”
"The men where you live," said the little prince, "raise five thousand roses in the same garden― and they do not find in it what they are looking for.""They do not find it," I replied.
"Men," said the little prince, "set out on their way in express trains, but they do not know what they are looking for. Then they rush about, and get excited, and turn round and round..."And he added:
"It is strange," I said to the little prince. "Everything is ready for use: the pulley, the bucket, the rope..."He laughed, touched the rope, and set the pulley to working. And the pulley moaned, like an old weathervane which the wind has long since forgotten.
我把水桶提到他的嘴边。他闭着眼睛喝口水。就像过节普通镇静甜美。这水确切分歧于普通补给品，它是我们披星戴月走了很多路才找到的，是在辘轳的歌声中，颠末我双手的尽力得来的。它像是一件礼品安慰着我的心灵。在我小的时候，圣诞树的灯光，半夜里弥撒的音乐，甜美的浅笑，这统统都使我圣诞节时收到的礼品辉映着幸运的光彩。