以前，有个国王和王后一直没有孩子，他们为此非常伤心苦恼。 有一天，王后正在河边散步，一条小鱼把头浮出水面对她说："你的愿望就会实现了，不久你就会生下一个女儿的。"过了一段时间，那条小鱼所预言的情况真的实现了，王后真的生下了一个非常漂亮的女儿。 国王高兴得时时刻刻爱不释手，决定举行一个大型宴会。 他不仅邀请了他的亲戚、朋友和外宾，而且邀来了几乎所有的女巫师，让她们为他的女儿送来善良美好的祝愿。 他的王国里一共有十三个女巫师，而他只有十二个金盘子来招待她们进餐，所以他只邀请了十二个女巫师，留下一个没有邀请。
盛大的宴会结束后，各位来宾都给这个小公主送上了最好的礼物。 女巫师们一个送给她美德，另一个送给她美貌，还有一个送给她富有，她们把世人所希望的，世上所有的优点和期盼都送给了她。 当第十一个女巫师刚刚为她祝福之后，第十三个女巫师，也就是那个没有被邀请的女巫师走了进来，她对没有被邀请感到非常愤怒，她要对此进行报复，要献上她恶毒的咒语。 所以她进来后就大声叫道："国王的女儿在十五岁时会被一个纺锤弄伤，最后死去。"所有在场的人都大惊失色。 可是第十二个女巫师还没有献上她的礼物，便走上前来说："这个凶险的咒语的确会应验，但公主能够化险为夷。她不会死去，而只是昏睡过去，而且一睡就是一百年。"
国王为了不使他的女儿遭到那种不幸，命令将王国里的所有纺锤都收上来，又把它们全部销毁。 随着时间的流逝，女巫师们的所有祝福都在公主身上应验了：她聪明美丽，性格温柔，举止优雅，真是人见人爱。 但恰恰在她十五岁的那一天，国王和王后都不在家，公主单独一个人被留在王宫里。 她在宫里到处穿来穿去，大小房间都看完了，最后，她来到了一个古老的宫楼。 宫楼里面有一座很狭窄的楼梯，楼梯尽头有一扇门，门上插着一把金钥匙。 当她转动金钥匙时，门一下子就弹开了，一个老太婆坐在里面在忙着纺纱。 公主见了说道："喂！老妈妈，您好！您这是在干什么呀？""纺纱。"老太婆回答说，接着又点了点头。 "这小东西转起来真有意思！"说着，公主上前也想拿起纺锤纺纱，但她刚一碰到它，立即就倒在地上失去了知觉，以前的咒语真的应验了。
然而，她并没有死，只是倒在那里沉沉地睡去了。 国王和王后正在这时回来了，他们刚走进大厅也跟着睡着了；马厩里的马，院子里的狗 ，屋顶上的鸽子，墙上的苍蝇，也都跟着睡着了；甚至连火炉里的火也停止燃烧入睡了；烧烤的肉不炸响了；厨师此刻正抓住一个做错了事的童工的头发，要给他一耳光，让他滚出去，他们两个也定在那儿睡过去了。 所有的一切都不动了，全都沉沉地睡去。
许多许多年过去了，一天，又有一位王子踏上了这块土地。 一位老大爷向他讲起了蒺藜树丛的故事，说树篱之内有一座漂亮的王宫，王宫里有一位仙女般的公主 ，她的名字叫玫瑰公主，她和整座王宫及里面的人都在沉睡。 他还说，他曾听他的爷爷谈起有许许多多的王子来过这儿，他们都想穿过树篱，但都被缠在里面死去了。 听了这些，这位王子说："所有这些都吓不倒我，我要看玫瑰公主去！"老人劝他不要去试，可他却坚持要去。
这天，时间正好过去了一百年，所以当王子来到树篱丛时，他看到的全是盛开着美丽花朵的灌木，他很轻松地就穿过了树篱。 随着他在前面走，身后树篱又密密地合拢了。 最后，他到达了王宫，看见大院内狗躺在那儿沉睡，马厩里的马在沉睡，屋顶上的鸽子将头埋在翅膀下沉睡。 他走进王宫内，看见墙上的苍蝇在沉睡，厨房里的厨师向上举着手，似乎是要打那童工一耳光，一个女仆手里抓着一只黑母鸡准备拔毛。
他继续向里寻去，一切都静得出奇，连自己的呼吸都清晰可闻。 终于，他来到古老的宫楼，推开了玫瑰公主在的那个小房间的门。 玫瑰公主睡得正香，她是那么美丽动人，他瞪大眼睛，连眨也舍不得眨一下，看着看着，禁不住俯下身去吻了她一下。 就这一吻，玫瑰小姐一下子苏醒过来，她张开双眼，微笑着充满深情地注视着他，王子抱着她一起走出了宫楼。
此刻，国王和王后也醒过来了，王宫里所有的人都醒过来了。 他们怀着极大的好奇心互相凝视着，似乎还不明白到底发生了什么事情。 马站了起来，摇摆着身体；狗儿欢跳不止 ，汪汪吠叫；鸽子由翅膀下抬起了头，昂首四顾，振翅飞向田野；墙上的苍蝇嗡嗡地飞了开去；厨房里的火又窜起了火苗开始烧饭，烧烤的肉又吱吱作响；厨师怒吼着扇了童工一个耳光；女仆继续给鸡拔毛，一切都恢复了往日的模样。 不久，王子和玫瑰公主举行了盛大的结婚典礼，他们幸福欢乐地生活在一起，一直白头到老。
In times past there lived a king and queen, who said to each other every day of their lives, "Would that we had a child!" and yet they had none. But it happened once that when the queen was bathing, there came a frog out of the water, and he squatted on the ground, and said to her: "Thy wish shall be fulfilled; before a year has gone by, thou shalt bring a daughter into the world."
And as the frog foretold, so it happened; and the queen bore a daughter so beautiful that the king could not contain himself for joy, and he ordained a great feast. Not only did he bid to it his relations, friends, and acquaintances, but also the wise women, that they might be kind and favourable to the child. There were thirteen of them in his kingdom, but as he had only provided twelve golden plates for them to eat from, one of them had to be left out.
However, the feast was celebrated with all splendour; and as it drew to an end, the wise women stood forward to present to the child their wonderful gifts: one bestowed virtue, one beauty, a third riches, and so on, whatever there is in the world to wish for. And when eleven of them had said their say, in came the uninvited thirteenth, burning to revenge herself, and without greeting or respect, she cried with a loud voice: "In the fifteenth year of her age the princess shall prick herself with a spindle and shall fall down dead." And without speaking one more word she turned away and left the hall. Every one was terrified at her saying, when the twelfth came forward, for she had not yet bestowed her gift, and though she could not do away with the evil prophecy, yet she could soften it, so she said: "The princess shall not die, but fall into a deep sleep for a hundred years."
Now the king, being desirous of saving his child even from this misfortune, gave commandment that all the spindles in his kingdom should be burnt up. The maiden grew up, adorned with all the gifts of the wise women; and she was so lovely, modest, sweet, and kind and clever, that no one who saw her could help loving her. It happened one day, she being already fifteen years old, that the king and queen rode abroad, and the maiden was left behind alone in the castle. She wandered about into all the nooks and corners, and into all the chambers and parlours, as the fancy took her, till at last she came to an old tower. She climbed the narrow winding stair which led to a little door, with a rusty key sticking out of the lock; she turned the key, and the door opened, and there in the little room sat an old woman with a spindle, diligently spinning her flax.
"Good day, mother," said the princess, "what are you doing?" - "I am spinning," answered the old woman, nodding her head. "What thing is that that twists round so briskly?" asked the maiden, and taking the spindle into her hand she began to spin; but no sooner had she touched it than the evil prophecy was fulfilled, and she pricked her finger with it. In that very moment she fell back upon the bed that stood there, and lay in a deep sleep.
And this sleep fell upon the whole castle; the king and queen, who had returned and were in the great hall, fell fast asleep, and with them the whole court. The horses in their stalls, the dogs in the yard, the pigeons on the roof, the flies on the wall, the very fire that flickered on the hearth, became still, and slept like the rest; and the meat on the spit ceased roasting, and the cook, who was going to pull the scullion's hair for some mistake he had made, let him go, and went to sleep. And the wind ceased, and not a leaf fell from the trees about the castle. Then round about that place there grew a hedge of thorns thicker every year, until at last the whole castle was hidden from view, and nothing of it could be seen but the vane on the roof.
And a rumour went abroad in all that country of the beautiful sleeping Rosamond, for so was the princess called; and from time to time many kings' sons came and tried to force their way through the hedge; but it was impossible for them to do so, for the thorns held fast together like strong hands, and the young men were caught by them, and not being able to get free, there died a lamentable death.
Many a long year afterwards there came a king's son into that country, and heard an old man tell how there should be a castle standing behind the hedge of thorns, and that there a beautiful enchanted princess named Rosamond had slept for a hundred years, and with her the king and queen, and the whole court. The old man had been told by his grandfather that many king's sons had sought to pass the thorn-hedge, but had been caught and pierced by the thorns, and had died a miserable death. Then said the young man: "Nevertheless, I do not fear to try; I shall win through and see the lovely Rosamond." The good old man tried to dissuade him, but he would not listen to his words. For now the hundred years were at an end, and the day had come when Rosamond should be awakened. When the prince drew near the hedge of thorns, it was changed into a hedge of beautiful large flowers, which parted and bent aside to let him pass, and then closed behind him in a thick hedge. When he reached the castle-yard, he saw the horses and brindled hunting-dogs lying asleep, and on the roof the pigeons were sitting with their heads under their wings. And when he came indoors, the flies on the wall were asleep, the cook in the kitchen had his hand uplifted to strike the scullion, and the kitchen-maid had the black fowl on her lap ready to pluck.
Then he mounted higher, and saw in the hall the whole court lying asleep, and above them, on their thrones, slept the king and the queen. And still he went farther, and all was so quiet that he could hear his own breathing; and at last he came to the tower, and went up the winding stair, and opened the door of the little room where Rosamond lay. And when he saw her looking so lovely in her sleep, he could not turn away his eyes; and presently he stooped and kissed her.
And she awaked, and opened her eyes, and looked very kindly on him. And she rose, and they went forth together, and the king and the queen and whole court waked up, and gazed on each other with great eyes of wonderment. And the horses in the yard got up and shook themselves, the hounds sprang up and wagged their tails, the pigeons on the roof drew their heads from under their wings, looked round, and flew into the field, the flies on the wall crept on a little farther, the kitchen fire leapt up and blazed, and cooked the meat, the joint on the spit began to roast, the cook gave the scullion such a box on the ear that he roared out, and the maid went on plucking the fowl.
Then the wedding of the Prince and Rosamond was held with all splendour, and they lived very happily together until their lives' end.