“Stop on your way through the blue sky, cloud, and tell me where is he whom I love, and whether he ever thinks of me.”
“I do not know,” said the cloud. “Ask the wind.”
The princess, seeing a breath of wind playing amongst the flowers, said to it—
“Wind, you travel far and wide and are so happy in your freedom, have pity upon me, who am so miserable and helpless. Tell me where is he whom I love, and whether he ever thinks of me.”
“Ask the stars,” said the wind. “They know more than I do.”
Princess Marvel lifted up her eyes to the bright, shining stars, and said—
“Stars, that shine so bright, can you see my eyes so full of tears without having pity on me? Tell me where is he whom I love, and whether he thinks of me.”
“You had better ask the moon,” said the stars. “She knows more that goes on upon the earth than we do.”
Then Princess Marvel said to the moon—
“Beautiful moon, look on me for a moment, and tell me where is he whom I love, and whether he thinks of me.”