El principito atravesó el desierto en el que sólo encontró una flor de tres pétalos, una flor de nada.

—¡Buenos días! —dijo el principito.

—¡Buenos días! —dijo la flor.

—¿Dónde están los hombres? —preguntó cortésmente el principito.

La flor, un día, había visto pasar una caravana.

—¿Los hombres? No existen más que seis o siete, me parece. Los he visto hace ya años y nunca se sabe dónde encontrarlos. El viento los pasea. Les faltan las raíces. Esto les molesta.

—Adiós —dijo el principito.

—Adiós —dijo la flor.

The little prince crossed the desert and met with only one flower. It was a flower with three petals, a flower of no account at all.

"Good morning," said the little prince.

"Good morning," said the flower.

"Where are the men?" the little prince asked, politely.

The flower had once seen a caravan passing.

"Men?" she echoed. "I think there are six or seven of them in existence. I saw them, several years ago. But one never knows where to find them. The wind blows them away. They have no roots, and that makes their life very difficult."

"Goodbye," said the little prince.

"Goodbye," said the flower.