When the little prince arrived on the Earth, he was very much surprised not to see any people. He was beginning to be afraid he had come to the wrong planet, when a coil of gold, the color of the moonlight, flashed across the sand.
"You move me to pity― you are so weak on this Earth made of granite," the snake said. "I can help you, some day, if you grow too homesick for your own planet. I can―""Oh! I understand you very well," said the little prince. "But why do you always speak in riddles""I solve them all," said the snake.
“啊！”蛇说道。
“在这个刻毒无情的地球上，你这么强大，我很不幸你。如果你非常记念你的星球，当时我能够帮忙你。我能够……”
When one wishes to play the wit, he sometimes wanders a little from the truth. I have not been altogether honest in what I have told you about the lamplighters. And I realize that I run the risk of giving a false idea of our planet to those who do not k now it. Men occupy a very small place upon the Earth. If the two billion inhabitants who people its surface were all to stand upright and somewhat crowded together, as they do for some big public assembly, they could easily be put into one public square twenty miles long and twenty miles wide. All humanity could be piled up on a small Pacific islet.
“它很美。”蛇说，“你到这里来干甚么呢？”
The little prince gazed at him for a long time.