كنت اقرى في كتاب اسمه the alchemist لــpaulo coelho
ففي مقدة الكتاب يذكر قصة النرجسي Narcissus المعروفة لكن بنهاية مختلفة جدا عن النهاية الاصلية وبصراحة نهاية عبقرية وحلوة
هذي هي القصة او بالاصح الاسطورة بنصها الحقيقي (هي اسطورة يونانية) للي ما يعرفها:
"The legend goes there once was a young man named Narcissus whose beauty caused everyone he met to fall in love with him. A nymph, Echo, fell in love with him but he ignored her, breaking her heart. Nemesis, the god of revenge and retribution, put a spell on Narcissus to make him fall in love with his own image in a pool of water, there he stayed mesmerized by his own reflection till he died, after which the gods turned him into a flower.
Another retelling of the myth of Narcissus.
"Narcissus was the son of Cephissus, the river god, and the nymph Leiriope. By the time he was sixteen everyone recognised his ravishing beauty, but he scorned all lovers - of both sexes - because of his pride. The nymph Echo was hopelessly in love but she was hindered by her inability to initiate a conversation. Eventually Narcissus rejected her. She wasted away in her grief to a mere voice. A young man, similarly spurned, prayed that he would love himself unremittingly. The goddess Nemesis answered this prayer by arranging that Narcissus would stop to drink at a spring on the heights of Mount Helicon. As he looked in the water he saw his own reflection and instantly fell in love with the image. He could not embrace his reflection in the pool. Unable to tear himself away he remained until he died of starvation. But no body remained - in its place was a flower. "
وهذي هي مقدمة الكتاب اللي كتبت فيها القصه بطريقه مختلفه وحلوة :
"The Alchemist picked up a book that someone in
the caravan had brought. Leafing through the pages,
he found a story about Narcissus.
The alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, a youth
who daily knelt beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty.
He was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell
into the lake and drowned. At the spot where he fell, a flower
was born, which was called the narcissus.
But this was not how the author of the book ended the
story.
He said that when Narcissus died, the Goddesses of the
Forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh
water, transformed into a lake of salty tears.
"Why do you weep?" the Goddesses asked.
"I weep for Narcissus," the lake replied.
"Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus," they
said, "for though we always pursued him in the forest, you
alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand."
"But..... was Narcissus beautiful?" the lake asked.
"Who better than you to know that?" the Goddesses said
in wonder, "After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each
day to contemplate himself!!"
The lake was silent for some time.
Finally it said:
"I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus
was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my
banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty
reflected."
"What a lovely story," the alchemist thought."
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