الاعلان

Monday, 11 June 2012

A Lover's Call by: Khalil Gibran




Where are you, my beloved? Are you in that little



Paradise, watering the flowers who look upon you


As infants look upon the breast of their mothers?










Or are you in your chamber where the shrine of


Virtue has been placed in your honor, and upon


Which you offer my heart and soul as sacrifice?










Or amongst the books, seeking human knowledge,


While you are replete with heavenly wisdom?










Oh companion of my soul, where are you? Are you


Praying in the temple? Or calling Nature in the


Field, haven of your dreams?










Are you in the huts of the poor, consoling the


Broken-hearted with the sweetness of your soul, and


Filling their hands with your bounty?










You are God's spirit everywhere;


You are stronger than the ages.










Do you have memory of the day we met, when the halo of


You spirit surrounded us, and the Angels of Love


Floated about, singing the praise of the soul's deed?










Do you recollect our sitting in the shade of the


Branches, sheltering ourselves from Humanity, as the ribs


Protect the divine secret of the heart from injury?










Remember you the trails and forest we walked, with hands


Joined, and our heads leaning against each other, as if


We were hiding ourselves within ourselves?










Recall you the hour I bade you farewell,


And the Maritime kiss you placed on my lips?


That kiss taught me that joining of lips in Love


Reveals heavenly secrets which the tongue cannot utter!










That kiss was introduction to a great sigh,


Like the Almighty's breath that turned earth into man.










That sigh led my way into the spiritual world,


Announcing the glory of my soul; and there


It shall perpetuate until again we meet.










I remember when you kissed me and kissed me,


With tears coursing your cheeks, and you said,


"Earthly bodies must often separate for earthly purpose,


And must live apart impelled by worldly intent.










"But the spirit remains joined safely in the hands of


Love, until death arrives and takes joined souls to God.










"Go, my beloved; Love has chosen you her delegate;


Over her, for she is Beauty who offers to her follower


The cup of the sweetness of life.


As for my own empty arms, your love shall remain my


Comforting groom; you memory, my Eternal wedding."










Where are you now, my other self? Are you awake in


The silence of the night? Let the clean breeze convey


To you my heart's every beat and affection.










Are you fondling my face in your memory? That image


Is no longer my own, for Sorrow has dropped his


Shadow on my happy countenance of the past.










Sobs have withered my eyes which reflected your beauty


And dried my lips which you sweetened with kisses.










Where are you, my beloved? Do you hear my weeping


From beyond the ocean? Do you understand my need?


Do you know the greatness of my patience?










Is there any spirit in the air capable of conveying


To you the breath of this dying youth? Is there any


Secret communication between angels that will carry to


You my complaint?










Where are you, my beautiful star? The obscurity of life


Has cast me upon its bosom; sorrow has conquered me.










Sail your smile into the air; it will reach and enliven me!


Breathe your fragrance into the air; it will sustain me!










Where are you, me beloved?


Oh, how great is Love!


And how little am I!


Khalil Gibran

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