The Nightingale and the Red Rose
A young student loved a beautiful girl. He said ,” I am going to go to a dance tonight, and I am going to take the beautiful girl”
But the girl said, “I am not going to go to the dance tonight, because I have not got a red rose.”
“I went to a dance last week, and I put a red rose on my white dress. All of the people said,” That is very beautiful,” and I was happy.”
The student said, ” I am going to bring you red rose, and then I am going to take you to the dance.” The beautiful was very happy.
The student went to his garden, but there were not any roses in it. He sat on a bench, and he cried. He said, “The beautiful girl is not going to come to the dance tonight, because I have not got a red rose.”
There was a nightingale in a tree in the garden. She loved the student. She said, “His beautiful eyes are red, because he is crying. I am going to bring him a red rose.”
She flew to a big garden, and she went to a bush. There were roses on it. This bush loved songs. The nightingale said, “Do you want a song?”
The bush said, “Yes, I do”
“And I want a rose.”
“Sing me a song, and then take one of my roses.”
The nightingale sang a beautiful song, and then she said, “Now I am going to take a red rose.”
“But I have not got any red ones. All of mine are white.” The bush said.
“I love the student, and I am going to give him a red rose.” The nightingale.
There were big thorns on the bush. The nightingale flew to one of them. There was a beautiful, white rose under it. The nightingale pushed the thorn into her breast. It hurt a lot, but she pushed it into her heart. Blood came out. It fell on the white rose.
The nightingale said, “The rose is red now.”
She took it, and she flew to the student’s window. She put the rose down, and she 1 at the window. Then she fell into the street. She was dead.
The student went to the window, and opened it. He said, “There is a beautiful red rose here. Who put it here?” he was very happy.
He run to the beautiful girl’s house, and he said, “I have brought you a red rose.”
The girl looked at it, and she said, “I do not want it. A rich man has brought me some jewels. They are more beautiful than a rose. He is going to take me to the dance.”
The student went home again. He threw the rose out the window, and it fell on the dead nightingale. A wheel crushed both of them, and people said, “our streets are very dirty. Look at that dead bird, and look at dirty flower.”
Burung bulbul dan Bunga mawar Yang merah
Seorang siswa muda mencintai seorang anak perempuan yang cantik. Ia berkata," Aku akan pergi ke pesta tari malam ini, dan aku akan mengajak anak perempuan cantik itu"
Tetapi anak perempuan berkata, " Aku tidaklah akan pergi ke pesta tari malam ini, sebelum aku mendapat setangkai mawar merah."
" Aku pergi ke suatu pesta tari minggu yang lalu, dan aku memakai mawar merah pada pakaian putih ku. Semua orang-orang berkata," Itu sangat cantik," dan aku bahagia."
Siswa berkatak," Aku akan membawakan kamu bunga mawar merah, dan kemudian aku akan mengajakmu ke pesta itu." Si cantik pun sangat senang.
Siswa pergi ke kebunnya, tetapi tidak ada satupun bunga mawar di dalamnya. Ia duduk disebuah bangku, dan ia menangis. Ia berkata, " Anak perempuan yang cantik itu tidak akan datang ke pesta tari malam ini, sebab aku belum mendapatkan bunga mawar merah."
Ada seekor burung bulbul di suatu pohon dalam kebun itu. Dia mencintai siswa itu. Dia berkata, " Matanya yang indah menjadi merah, sebab ia sedang menangis. Aku akan membawakan dia bunga mawar merah."
Dia terbang ke sebuah kebun besar, dan dia pergi ke suatu semak. Disana ada bunga mawar. Semak ini menukai nyanyian. Burung bulbul berkata, " Apakah kamu ingin suatu nyanyian?"
Semak berkata, " Ya, aku lakukan"
" Dan aku ingin suatu bunga mawar."
" nyanyikan aku suatu nyanyian, dan kemudian mengambil salah satu bunga mawarku."
Burung bulbul bernyanyi sebuah nyanyian yang merdu , dan kemudian dia berkata, " Sekarang aku akan mengambil setangkai bunga mawar merah."
" Tetapi aku belum mendapatkan satupun yang merah. Dan semua yang kumiliki berwarna putih." Semak berkata.
" Aku mencintai siswa, dan aku akan memberi dia suatu bunga mawar merah." Burung bulbul.
Ada duri besar pada di atas semak itu. Burung bulbul mengambil pada salah satu bunga mawar. Ada suatu keindahan, bunga mawar putih di bawah itu. Burung bulbul mendorong tubuhnya pada duri tepat pada dada nya. Itu sangat menyakitkan, tetapi dia malah mendorongnya ke dalam hati nya. Darah muncul. Dan jatuh di atas bunga mawar yang putih.
Burung bulbul berkata, " Bunga mawar ini merah sekarang."
Dia mengambil itu, dan dia terbang kepada jendela siswa itu. Dia menurunkan bunga mawar , dan dia meletakkanya di jendela. Kemudian dia jatuh ke jalan . Dia mati.
Siswa menuju ke jendela, dan membuka itu. Ia berkata, " Ada suatu bunga mawar merah yang indah di sini. Siapa yang meletakkannya di sini?" ia sangat bahagia.
Ia lari menuju rumah gadis cantik, dan ia berkata, " Aku sudah membawakanmu setangkai bunga mawar merah."
Anak perempuan melihat itu, dan dia berkata, " Aku tidak ingin itu. Seorang laki-laki kaya telah membawakanku beberapa permata. Mereka lebih indah dibanding setangkai bunga mawar. Ia akan mengajakku pada pesta tari."
Siswa pergi ke rumah lagi. Ia membuang bunga mawar ke luar jendela, dan itu jatuh pada di atas burung bulbul yang mati . sebuah roda kemudi menghancurkan mereka berdua, dan orang-orang berkata, " jalan ini adalah sangat kotor. Pada burung mati itu, dan memperhatikan bunga kotor."
A young student loved a beautiful girl. He said ,” I am going to go to a dance tonight, and I am going to take the beautiful girl”
But the girl said, “I am not going to go to the dance tonight, because I have not got a red rose.”
“I went to a dance last week, and I put a red rose on my white dress. All of the people said,” That is very beautiful,” and I was happy.”
The student said, ” I am going to bring you red rose, and then I am going to take you to the dance.” The beautiful was very happy.
The student went to his garden, but there were not any roses in it. He sat on a bench, and he cried. He said, “The beautiful girl is not going to come to the dance tonight, because I have not got a red rose.”
There was a nightingale in a tree in the garden. She loved the student. She said, “His beautiful eyes are red, because he is crying. I am going to bring him a red rose.”
She flew to a big garden, and she went to a bush. There were roses on it. This bush loved songs. The nightingale said, “Do you want a song?”
The bush said, “Yes, I do”
“And I want a rose.”
“Sing me a song, and then take one of my roses.”
The nightingale sang a beautiful song, and then she said, “Now I am going to take a red rose.”
“But I have not got any red ones. All of mine are white.” The bush said.
“I love the student, and I am going to give him a red rose.” The nightingale.
There were big thorns on the bush. The nightingale flew to one of them. There was a beautiful, white rose under it. The nightingale pushed the thorn into her breast. It hurt a lot, but she pushed it into her heart. Blood came out. It fell on the white rose.
The nightingale said, “The rose is red now.”
She took it, and she flew to the student’s window. She put the rose down, and she 1 at the window. Then she fell into the street. She was dead.
The student went to the window, and opened it. He said, “There is a beautiful red rose here. Who put it here?” he was very happy.
He run to the beautiful girl’s house, and he said, “I have brought you a red rose.”
The girl looked at it, and she said, “I do not want it. A rich man has brought me some jewels. They are more beautiful than a rose. He is going to take me to the dance.”
The student went home again. He threw the rose out the window, and it fell on the dead nightingale. A wheel crushed both of them, and people said, “our streets are very dirty. Look at that dead bird, and look at dirty flower.”
Burung bulbul dan Bunga mawar Yang merah
Seorang siswa muda mencintai seorang anak perempuan yang cantik. Ia berkata," Aku akan pergi ke pesta tari malam ini, dan aku akan mengajak anak perempuan cantik itu"
Tetapi anak perempuan berkata, " Aku tidaklah akan pergi ke pesta tari malam ini, sebelum aku mendapat setangkai mawar merah."
" Aku pergi ke suatu pesta tari minggu yang lalu, dan aku memakai mawar merah pada pakaian putih ku. Semua orang-orang berkata," Itu sangat cantik," dan aku bahagia."
Siswa berkatak," Aku akan membawakan kamu bunga mawar merah, dan kemudian aku akan mengajakmu ke pesta itu." Si cantik pun sangat senang.
Siswa pergi ke kebunnya, tetapi tidak ada satupun bunga mawar di dalamnya. Ia duduk disebuah bangku, dan ia menangis. Ia berkata, " Anak perempuan yang cantik itu tidak akan datang ke pesta tari malam ini, sebab aku belum mendapatkan bunga mawar merah."
Ada seekor burung bulbul di suatu pohon dalam kebun itu. Dia mencintai siswa itu. Dia berkata, " Matanya yang indah menjadi merah, sebab ia sedang menangis. Aku akan membawakan dia bunga mawar merah."
Dia terbang ke sebuah kebun besar, dan dia pergi ke suatu semak. Disana ada bunga mawar. Semak ini menukai nyanyian. Burung bulbul berkata, " Apakah kamu ingin suatu nyanyian?"
Semak berkata, " Ya, aku lakukan"
" Dan aku ingin suatu bunga mawar."
" nyanyikan aku suatu nyanyian, dan kemudian mengambil salah satu bunga mawarku."
Burung bulbul bernyanyi sebuah nyanyian yang merdu , dan kemudian dia berkata, " Sekarang aku akan mengambil setangkai bunga mawar merah."
" Tetapi aku belum mendapatkan satupun yang merah. Dan semua yang kumiliki berwarna putih." Semak berkata.
" Aku mencintai siswa, dan aku akan memberi dia suatu bunga mawar merah." Burung bulbul.
Ada duri besar pada di atas semak itu. Burung bulbul mengambil pada salah satu bunga mawar. Ada suatu keindahan, bunga mawar putih di bawah itu. Burung bulbul mendorong tubuhnya pada duri tepat pada dada nya. Itu sangat menyakitkan, tetapi dia malah mendorongnya ke dalam hati nya. Darah muncul. Dan jatuh di atas bunga mawar yang putih.
Burung bulbul berkata, " Bunga mawar ini merah sekarang."
Dia mengambil itu, dan dia terbang kepada jendela siswa itu. Dia menurunkan bunga mawar , dan dia meletakkanya di jendela. Kemudian dia jatuh ke jalan . Dia mati.
Siswa menuju ke jendela, dan membuka itu. Ia berkata, " Ada suatu bunga mawar merah yang indah di sini. Siapa yang meletakkannya di sini?" ia sangat bahagia.
Ia lari menuju rumah gadis cantik, dan ia berkata, " Aku sudah membawakanmu setangkai bunga mawar merah."
Anak perempuan melihat itu, dan dia berkata, " Aku tidak ingin itu. Seorang laki-laki kaya telah membawakanku beberapa permata. Mereka lebih indah dibanding setangkai bunga mawar. Ia akan mengajakku pada pesta tari."
Siswa pergi ke rumah lagi. Ia membuang bunga mawar ke luar jendela, dan itu jatuh pada di atas burung bulbul yang mati . sebuah roda kemudi menghancurkan mereka berdua, dan orang-orang berkata, " jalan ini adalah sangat kotor. Pada burung mati itu, dan memperhatikan bunga kotor."
SUKMANAWATI (11/XII IPA4)
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