Kahlil Gibran

The Prophet

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Xuraman Memmedova
Xuraman Memmedovahar citeretfor 8 måneder siden
How shall I go in peace and without sorrow? Nay, not without a wound in the spirit shall I leave this city.
Mehmet Cavdar
Mehmet Cavdarhar citeretfor 3 år siden
And there are those who have little and give it all.
These are the believers in life and the bounty of life, and their coffer is never empty.
There are those who give with joy, and that joy is their reward.
sariyyabunyatova
sariyyabunyatovahar citeretfor 3 år siden
You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts;
Marfa Akinsheva
Marfa Akinshevahar citeretfor 2 måneder siden
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
Marfa Akinsheva
Marfa Akinshevahar citeretfor 2 måneder siden
When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, “I am in the heart of God.”
Marfa Akinsheva
Marfa Akinshevahar citeretfor 2 måneder siden
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Marfa Akinsheva
Marfa Akinshevahar citeretfor 2 måneder siden
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart.
Marfa Akinsheva
Marfa Akinshevahar citeretfor 2 måneder siden
And When he speaks to you believe in him
Marfa Akinsheva
Marfa Akinshevahar citeretfor 2 måneder siden
When love beckons to you, follow him
Marfa Akinsheva
Marfa Akinshevahar citeretfor 2 måneder siden
The sea that calls all things unto her calls me, and I must embark.
Marfa Akinsheva
Marfa Akinshevahar citeretfor 2 måneder siden
who can depart from his pain and his aloneness without regret?
Marfa Akinsheva
Marfa Akinshevahar citeretfor 2 måneder siden
Then the gates of his heart were flung open, and his joy flew far over the sea. And he closed his eyes and prayed in the silences of his soul.
Marfa Akinsheva
Marfa Akinshevahar citeretfor 2 måneder siden
who was a dawn unto his own day
ahmadjuhaidi
ahmadjuhaidihar citeretfor 3 måneder siden
How often have you sailed in my dreams. And now you come in my awakening, which is my deeper dream
Urška Zupan
Urška Zupanhar citeretfor 3 måneder siden
If in the twilight of memory we should meet once more, we shall speak again together and you shall sing to me a deeper song.

And if our hands should meet in another dream we shall build another tower in the sky.
Urška Zupan
Urška Zupanhar citeretfor 3 måneder siden
of all things, but not their end,

And I fain would have you remember me as a beginning.

Life, and all that lives, is conceived in the mist and not in the crystal.

And who knows but a crystal is mist in decay?

This would I have you remember in remembering me:

That which seems most feeble and bewildered in you is the strongest and most determined.

Is it not your breath that has erected and hardened the structure of your bones?

And is it not a dream which none of you remember having dreamt, that built your city and fashioned all there is in it?

Could you but see the tides of that breath you would cease to see all else,

And if you could hear the whispering of the dream you would hear no other sound.

But you do not see, nor do you hear, and it is well.

The veil that clouds your eyes shall be lifted by the hands that wove it,

And the clay that fills your ears shall be pierced by those fingers that kneaded it.

And you shall see.

And you shall hear.

Yet you shall not deplore having known blindness, nor regret having been deaf.

For in that day you shall know the hidden purposes in all things,

And you shall bless darkness as you would bless light.
Urška Zupan
Urška Zupanhar citeretfor 3 måneder siden
You are not enclosed within your bodies, nor confined to houses or fields.

That which is you dwells above the mountain and roves with the wind.

It is not a thing that crawls into the sun for warmth or digs holes into darkness for safety,

But a thing free, a spirit that envelops the earth and moves in the ether.

If these be vague words, then seek not to clear them.
Urška Zupan
Urška Zupanhar citeretfor 3 måneder siden
You have been told that, even like a chain, you are as weak as your weakest link.

This is but half the truth.

You are also as strong as your strongest link.

To measure you by your smallest deed is to reckon the power of ocean by the frailty of its foam.

To judge you by your failures is to cast blame upon the seasons for their inconstancy.

Ay, you are like an ocean,

And though heavy-grounded ships await the tide upon your shores, yet, even like an ocean, you cannot hasten your tides.

And like the seasons you are also,

And though in your winter you deny your spring,

Yet spring, reposing within you, smiles in her drowsiness and is not offended.
Urška Zupan
Urška Zupanhar citeretfor 3 måneder siden
In the stillness of the night I have walked in your streets, and my spirit has entered your houses,

And your heart-beats were in my heart, and your breath was upon my face, and I knew you all.

Aye, I knew your joy and your pain, and in your sleep your dreams were my dreams.

And oftentimes I was among you a lake among the mountains.

I mirrored the summits in you and the bending slopes, and even the passing flocks of your thoughts and your desires.

And to my silence came the laughter of your children in streams, and the longing of your youths in rivers.

And when they reached my depth the streams and the rivers ceased not yet to sing.

But sweeter still than laughter and greater than longing came to me.

It was the boundless in you;

The vast man in whom you are all but cells and sinews;

He in whose chant all your singing is but a soundless throbbing.

It is in the vast man that you are vast,

And in beholding him that I beheld you and loved you.

For what distances can love reach that are not in that vast sphere?

What visions, what expectations and what presumptions can outsoar that flight?

Like a giant oak tree covered with apple blossoms is the vast man in you.

His might binds you to the earth, his fragrance lifts you into space, and in his durability you are deathless.
Urška Zupan
Urška Zupanhar citeretfor 3 måneder siden
Brief were my days among you, and briefer still the words I have spoken.

But should my voice fade in your ears, and my love vanish in your memory, then I will come again,

And with a richer heart and lips more yielding to the spirit will I speak.

Yea, I shall return with the tide,

And though death may hide me, and the greater silence enfold me, yet again will I seek your under standing.

And not in vain will I seek.

If aught I have said is truth, that truth shall reveal itself in a clearer voice, and in words more kin to your thoughts.
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