The Disciple, by Oscar Wilde 🌿🖋📖

The Disciple – Oscar Wilde – Poems in prose – 1894 – translated from English 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 into Spanish 🇪🇸 and Italian 🇮🇹 by Enzo Martinelli

© 2025 Enzo Martinelli

🇬🇧 The Disciple, by Oscar Wilde

When Narcissus died the pool of his pleasure changed from a cup of sweet waters into a cup of salt tears, and the Oreads came weeping through the woodland that they might sing to the pool and give it comfort.

And when they saw that the pool had changed from a cup of sweet waters into a cup of salt tears, they loosened the green tresses of their hair and cried to the pool and said, `We do not wonder that you should mourn in this manner for Narcissus, so beautiful was he.'

`But was Narcissus beautiful?' said the pool.

`Who should know that better than you?' answered the Oreads. `Us did he ever pass by, but you he sought for, and would lie on your banks and look down at you, and in the mirror of your waters he would mirror his own beauty.'

And the pool answered, `But I loved Narcissus because, as he lay on my banks and looked down at me, in the mirror of his eyes I saw ever my own beauty mirrored.'

🇮🇹 Il discepolo, di Oscar Wilde

Quando Narciso morì, la vasca del suo piacere si trasformò da una coppa di acque dolci in una coppa di lacrime salate, e le Oreads vennero piangendo attraverso il bosco per cantare alla vasca e darle conforto.

E quando videro che la vasca si era trasformata da una coppa di dolci acque in una coppa di lacrime salate, sciolsero le verdi ciocche dei loro capelli e gridarono alla vasca dicendo: "Non ci meravigliamo che tu pianga in questo modo per Narciso, tanto era bello".

Ma Narciso era bello?", disse la vasca.

Chi può saperlo meglio di voi?" risposero le Oread. Noi non siamo mai passati, ma voi ha cercato, e si sdraiava sulle vostre rive e vi guardava, e nello specchio delle vostre acque rifletteva la propria bellezza".

E la vasca rispose: "Ma io amavo Narciso perché, quando si sdraiava sulle mie rive e mi guardava, nello specchio dei suoi occhi vedevo sempre rispecchiata la mia stessa bellezza".

🇪🇸 El Discípulo, de Oscar Wilde

Cuando Narciso murió, el estanque de su placer se transformó de una copa de aguas dulces en una copa de lágrimas saladas, y las Oreads vinieron llorando por el bosque para cantarle al estanque y darle consuelo.

Y cuando vieron que el estanque se había convertido de un vaso de aguas dulces en un vaso de lágrimas saladas, se soltaron los verdes cabellos y lloraron al estanque diciendo: "No nos extraña que llores así por Narciso, tan hermoso que era".

Pero, ¿era Narciso hermoso?", dijo el estanque.

¿Quién mejor que vosotros para saberlo? Nunca pasó junto a nosotros, sino que te buscó a ti, y se tumbaba en tus orillas y te miraba, y en el espejo de tus aguas reflejaba su propia belleza".

Y el estanque respondió: `Pero yo amaba a Narciso porque, cuando se tumbaba en mis orillas y me miraba, en el espejo de sus ojos veía siempre reflejada mi propia belleza'.

You can follow me also on my other social media channels:

and subscribe to email updates on this blog:


Discover more from Words, Colours and Notes

Subscribe to get the latest posts sent to your email.

4 thoughts on “The Disciple, by Oscar Wilde 🌿🖋📖

Leave a Reply