The Coming Of The Ship Chapter I (Khalil Gibran Poems)
Almustafa, the chosen and the beloved, who was a dawn onto his own day, had waited twelve years in the ...
Almustafa, the chosen and the beloved, who was a dawn onto his own day, had waited twelve years in the ...
Forgive me, dressing gown! My friend in idle bliss,Comrade of leisure, a witness to my secret thoughts!With you I knew ...
To kneel before some saintly shrine,To breathe the health of airs divine,Or bathe where sacred rivers flow,The cowled and turbaned ...
LOOK on him! through his dungeon grate,Feebly and cold, the morning lightComes stealing round him, dim and late,As if it ...
There's a face that beclouds like a shadow my pathway at morn and eve,There's a form that glides before me ...
Again I am raging,I am in such a state by your soul that everybond you bind, I break, by your ...
From the depths of slumber,As I ascend the spiral stairways of wakefulness,I will whisper:God! God! God!Thou art the food, and ...
Ah, Sleep, to me thou com'st not in the guiseOf one who brings good gifts to weary men,Balm for bruised ...
THE BRIDE'S FAREWELL.When the marriage was completed,When the many guests had feasted,At the wedding of the Northland,At the Dismal-land carousal,Spake ...
(NORTHERN MEXICO, 1640)As you look from the plaza at Leon westYou can see her house, but the view is bestFrom ...
October, and eleven after dark: Both mist and night. Among us in the coach Packed heat on which the windows ...
Though life should comeWith all its marshalled honours, trump and drum,To proffer you the captaincy of someResounding exploit, that shall ...
Farsi Couplet:Ze shab bedaariye mun taa seher chashmash kujaa daanad?Ki O shab taa seher kaaray bajuz khuftan nami daanad.English Translation:How ...
Who owns those scrawny little feet? Death. Who owns this bristly scorched-looking face? Death. Who owns these still-working lungs? Death. ...
O! Und dann wieder dies Bei-sich-selbst-Sein! Diese Stummheiten! Dies Getriebenwerden! .................................................................................. O! And then to be with -our -very -selves! ...
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red ...
The Khalifa said to Laila, "Art thou really she For whom Majnun lost his head and went distracted? Thou art ...
Do they dream of past lives and unlived dreams unspeakably human or unimaginably bestial? Do they struggle to catch in ...
Here, passing lonely down this quiet lane, Before a mud-splashed window long I pause To gaze and gaze, while through ...
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