Trandafirul un consens international de a transmite iubirea
Trandafirul este una din florile favorite ale oamenilor inca de la inceputurile timpului, influentand nenumarate mituri, basme, legende in intreaga lume. Acestea vorbesc despre puteri si virtuti magice, asa ca nu-i de mirare ca florile au un limbaj secret. Trandafirul, floare perena, reprezinta in lumea occidentala, simbolul vietii, iubirii si regenerarii. In India, trandafirul simbolizeaza frumusetea perfecta, iar in China este simbolul tineretii. Dar in Romania? Care e legenda romaneasca a trandafirului?
Se pare ca exista un consens international legat de ei – oferi trandafiri indiferent ce culoare, numai daca doresti sa transmiti mesajul „te iubesc”.
Legenda romaneasca a trandafirului
“The humanization of the rose in Lakshmi suggests the Roumanian legend of the rose- bush: that having achieved the utmost of beauty whereof a plant was capable, it surpassed itself in on e huge bud, which, opening, gave birth to a handsome prince. The young man grew and took his part in the affers of men, but the juices of the rose still mingled in his blood, and he yearned for the tranquillity of his infancy. The knowledge that he might serve men through beauty, whereas in war and rapine he lived only for harm, eventually led him back to the scene of his birth . Trandafir (that was his name ) stood in the wood alone and said to the trees,
“ I am of you . Where is the great rose bush that bore me !“And the trees answered that it was dead . Then he asked of the birds, but all declared they could not remember it—all but one : the nightingale. The rose- tree is gone, ” he sang, and I am come to chant a dirge over the spot where it stood. It was a noble tree, and it had a prince for a flower .”
“ I am that prince, answered Trandafir. I am weary of the human life. I wish to go back to the life of fragrance and serenity: the life that menaces no other life, and leaves the world better when it is ended .”
Then said the nightingale, “ May it be as you wish, o prince. I will stay till I have sung your soul back into a rose .“With a sigh Of content , the prince cas t himself upon the earth in the spot where he had been born , and at nightfall the bird began to sing,
softly, then louder and more sweetly . The music mingled with the prince’s dreams. “