Kahlil Gibran. Selection of poems and stories

A bit of poetry with Kahlil Gibran

kahlil Gibran He was a poet, painter, novelist and essayist born in Bisharri, in Lebanon, in 1883. He was known as the poet of exile and is also one of the most widely read poets in the world. In his writings, full of mysticism, different influences from Christianity, Islam, Judaism and Theosophy are connected. His most famous books are The profit, composed of twenty-six poetic essays and which he wrote when he was fifteen, El loco o Alas routes. He also wrote novels of a critical tone such as rebellious spirits. His work has been translated into more than 30 languages ​​and has been taken to theater, cinema and other disciplines, due to its universality. He lived between the Middle East and the United States where he died in New York at the age of forty-eight. In this selection of her poems and stories we remember her.

kahlil Gibran — Poems and stories

poems

goodbye does not exist

I really tell you

that goodbye does not exist:

If pronounced between two beings

that were never found

is an unnecessary word.

If it is said between two that they were one,

is a meaningless word.

Because in the real world of the spirit

there are only encounters

and never goodbye

and because the memory of the loved one

grows in the soul with distance,

like the echo in the mountains at twilight.

***

Marriage

You were born together and you'll be together forever.

You will be together when the white wings of death spread your days.

Yes; you will be together in the silent memory of God.

But let the winds of heaven dance among you.

Love each other, but do not make love a bond.

May it be, rather, a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

Fill each other's cups, but don't drink from one cup.

Give each other some of your bread, but do not eat from the same piece.

Sing and dance together and be merry, but let each one of you be independent.

Give your heart, but not for your partner to have it,

because only the hand of Life can contain hearts.

Be together, but not too much,

Because the pillars of the temple are apart.

And neither the oak grows under the shade of the cypress nor the cypress under the oak.

peace and war

Three dogs sunbathed and talked.

The first dog said in his sleep:

'It's really wonderful to live in these days when dogs rule. Consider the ease with which we travel under the sea, over land, and even in the sky. And think for a moment about the inventions created for the comfort of dogs, for our eyes, ears and noses.

And the second dog spoke, and said:

“We understand art more. We bark at the moon more rhythmically than our ancestors. And when we look at ourselves in the water we see that our faces are clearer than yesterday's.

Then the third said:

—But what interests me most and entertains my mind is the calm understanding that exists between the different canine states.

At that moment they saw the dog catcher approaching.

The three dogs shot at each other and scurried down the street; As they ran, the third dog said:

-Oh my God! Run for your life. Civilization persecutes us.

***

God

In the days of my remotest antiquity, when the first tremor of speech reached my lips, I climbed the holy mountain and spoke to God, saying:

“Master, I am your slave. Your hidden will is my law, and I will obey you forever and ever.

But God did not answer me, and passed by like a powerful storm.

And a thousand years later I went back up the holy mountain, and I spoke to God again, saying:

“My creator, I am your creature. You made me of clay, and I owe you everything I am.

And God did not answer; He passed by like a thousand wings in swift flight.

And a thousand years later I climbed the holy mountain again, and spoke to God again, saying:

“Father, I am your son. Your mercy and your love gave me life, and through love and worship of you I will inherit your Kingdom. But God did not answer me; He passed by like mist that casts a veil over distant mountains.

And a thousand years later I climbed the sacred mountain again, and I invoked God again, saying:

My God!, my supreme longing and my fullness, I am your yesterday and you are my tomorrow. I am your root on earth and you are my flower in the sky; together we will grow before the face of the sun.

And God leaned over me, and whispered sweet words in my ear. And like the sea, which embraces the stream that runs to it, God embraced me.

And when I went down to the plains, and to the valleys, I saw that God was there too.


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  1.   Trip said

    beautiful poetry. She had never read anything by him. Thanks for sharing.