POET KHALIL GIBRAN
جبران خليل جبران
Love and Death in the History of Art
The Song of Afterlife
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And to love life
through labour is to be intimate close to its secret the most deep ...
I tell you
life is truly darkness if in it there is no drive.
But drive is blind
if there’s no knowledge.
And everything one does is void if there’s no love. To do anything you do with love means to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart, even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth and to know that all the blessed dead are standing about you and watching.
Everything dies to return to whence
Life is a way and death is a way back.
But what excels
is life and death
Stopp ... because we arrived at a crossroad where the death embrace the
And I will not be left over of another step until my spirit will reveal the intentions of your spirit and
my heart will clear the hid treasures kept in the safe inside your heart. Perhaps I will see in your eyes
mysterys of your heart and perceive through your features the secrets of your spirit!
YOU ARE FREE IN FRONT OF THE FACE OF THE SUN AND YOU
ARE FREE WHERE IS NO SUN
NO MOON, NO PLANETS. BUT YOU ARE SLAVE OF WHOM YOU LOVE, BECAUSE YOU LOVE HIM
I can’t walk away from life. Even if my eyes shall become drunk,
I'll enjoy listening to the songs of love and the melodies of beauty.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide
unto the body of life. For life and death are one even
as the river and the sea are one.
Like dawn my soul rises within me, naked and unencumbered.
And like the unresting sea.
I would not cling to that clings to me
but unto that rises beyond my reach
I would arise.
Open the eyes of
the heart and see the spirit,
let love light up your life turning you into pure gold.
And how shall you rise beyond your days and nights unless you break the chains
which you at the dawn of your understanding have fastened around your noon hour.
In truth, that which you call freedom, is the strongest of these chains
though its links glitter in the sun and dazzle the eyes.
The sea that
calls all things unto her, calls me
and I must embark... And you, vast sea, sleepless mother,
who alone are peace and freedom to the river and the stream- And then
shall I come to you; a boundless drop to a boundless ocean. And the day of parting shall be
the day of gathering. And it shall be said that my eve was in truth my dawn.
When love beckons you - follow him!
Though his ways are hard and steep! For even as love crowns you, so shall he crucify you.
He threshes you to make you naked. He grinds you to whiteness. And then he assigns
you to his sacred fire that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast.
Love possesses not - nor would it be possessed!
When you crush an apple with your teeth,
say in your heart: Your seeds shall live in my body,
the buds of your tomorrow shall blossom in my heart,
your fragrance shall be my breath.
And together we shall rejoice through all the seasons.
I wish you could live on the fragrance of the earth
and like a plant be sustained by the light,
and so let all this be an act of worship!
Be the spirit of the highest, soaring between the hearts of men and the infinity. Life is summer enchanted by the warmth of its own nostalgias and winter enhanced by the violence of its storms. The extremist only shall make his own life long and dignified, full of peace, love and freedom.
BLESSED ARE THOSE WHO WERE CRUCIFIED BY THE MODERATE
They say the jackal drinks from the self-same stream where the lion comes to drink. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night; to know the pain of tenderness, to be wounded by your own understanding of love,
AND TO BLEED WILLINGLY AND JOYFULLY
Let there be a moving sea of love
between the shores of the souls.
In thy mouth the breath of life blows and in thy heart thou sow the seeds of
thou has planted in my heart a white rose, and around the rose thou let the thorns grow ...
Doubt in love is a sin!
It is life in quest of life in bodies that fear the grave ...
... but there are no graves here!
When love speaks to you - believe in him!
And when his wings enfold you, yield to him, though
the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the wind lays waste the garden.
So he shall descend to your roots
and shake them, in their clinging to the earth.
He kneads you until you are pliant, and like sheaves
of wheat he gathers into himself.
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
Love gives naught but itself
and takes naught from itself
But if in your love you must desire,
let these be your desires:
to know the pain of too much tenderness,
to be wounded by your own understanding of love,
wake up at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for
another day of loving, to rest at the noon hour, meditate love’s
ecstasy and sleep with a song of praise upon your lips.
And the self-same well from which your laughter rises was often-times filled
with your tears;
the deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
You are suspended between your sorrow and your joy like scales.
You are good when you are one with yourself.
Yet when you are not one with yourself you are evil.
For a divided house is not a den of thieves, it is only a divided house.
And a ship without rudder may wander aimlessly among perilous isles,
yet sink not to the bottom...
What streamlet is that witch lost its course, without going to the sea?
You are good when you walk to your goal firmly and with bold steps!
Beauty is not a need but an ecstasy. A heart enflamed and a soul enchanted an image you see and a song that was heard – a garden forever in bloom and a flock of angels forever in flight. Beauty is life that unveils her holy face. But you are life and you are the veil. You are the eternity and you are the mirror ..
THE HEARTS KNOW IN SILENCE
AND THE TREASURE OF INFINITE DEPTHS
WOULD BE REVEALED TO YOUR EYES
The heart that loves, does not need search for God and to pray!
أنا كنت منذ
الأزل, وها أنا ذا, وسأكون إلى آخر الدهر وليس لكياني انقضاء
سبحت في فضاء اللانهاية وطرت في عالم الخيال
واقتربت من دائرة النور الأعلى, وها أنا الآن سجين المادة
سمعت تعاليم كنفوشيوس, وأصغيت لحكمة براهما, وجلست بقرب بوذا تحت شجرة المعرفة
وها أنا الآن أغالب الجهل والجحود
شاهدت وسمعت كل ذلك وأنا طفل, ولسوف أشاهد وأسمع أعمال الشبيبة ومآتيها, ولسوف أشيخ وأبلغ
الكمال وأرجع إلى الله أنا كنت منذ الأزل, وها أنا ذا, وسأكون إلى آخر الدهر, وليس لكياني انقضاء
The veil that clouds your eyes shall be lifted by the hands that wove it!
There are no boastful in the woods, boastfulness is the frailty of the vain.
The river waters sometimes seem to taste like nectar, yet in those there
is such strength as to push stones and rocks to the sea.
AND DEATH IS THE END TO HIM WHO IS SON OF THE EARTH,
BUT TO HIM WHO IS SON OF THE AIR IS THE BEGINNING OF TRIUMPH
HE WHO DREAMS HOLDING THE AURORA IN HIS ARMS IS IMMORTAL!
Death is like sea. He who passes away lightly, safely
ploughs the waves - he who goes encumbered, sinks.
THERE IS NO DEATH IN THE WOODS!
The secret of immortality is nothing but a song and
the flute’s voice goes beyond the borders of life.
SO GIVE ME THE FLUTE AND SING!
Words are but sand in the wind,
but tell me about your happy times ...
I am a
wandering poet, a somewhat crazy one;