Childless kings and queens generally end up having a daughter.
A daughter!
The shout of disappointment echoes through the whole kingdom. They are disappointed.
This girl-child has to promise gifts, predictions round the cradle, a prince and all that follows. They calculate each illness, add up each success.
A path in life, what is it? Great expectations in the lines of a palm, oh yes… but then what else? Between the rôles of father, mother, child, the one who draws the losing card will remember.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem