Yet you are not evil when you sleep while your tongue staggers without purpose. When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. But as he descended the hill, a sadness came upon him, and he thought in his heart: How shall I go in peace and without sorrow? And with a great voice he said: And when his wings enfold you yield to him. Verily the ocean laughs always with the innocent. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday. Rather rise together with the giver on his gifts as on wings; For to be overmindful of your debt, is ito doubt his generosity who has the freehearted earth for mother, and God for father. And what is fear of need but need itself? You have sung to me in my aloneness, and I of your longings have built a tower in the sky. So the wrong-doer cannot do wrong without the hidden will of you all. Like a procession you walk together towards your god-self. And when you crush an apple with your teeth, say to it in your heart. And there are among you those who are neither young to seek nor old to You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the termsof the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online … And if it is a fear you would dispel, the seat of that fear is in your heart and not in the hand of the feared. And oftentimes I was among you a lake among the mountains. For in that day you shall know the hidden purposes in all things. The Prophet is interesting for a number of reasons, not only for its ability to sell. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed. Patient, over patient, is the captain of my ship. By the time of Gibran's death in 1931, it had also been translated into German. Man’s needs change, but not his love, nor his desire that his love should satisfy his needs. And when you destroy them the ocean laughs with you. For the breath of life is in the sunlight and the hand of life is in the wind. That you, alone and unguarded, commit a wrong unto others and therefore unto yourself. Alone must it seek the ether. And when all the people were dispersed she still stood alone upon the sea-wall, remembering in her heart his saying, “A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me.”. It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw. But what of those to whom life is not an ocean, and man-made laws are not sand-towers. When you kill a beast say to him in your heart. You are not enclosed within your bodies, nor confined to houses or fields. Shipping and handling. You would touch with your fingers the naked body of your dreams. If any of you would bring to judgement the unfaithful wife, Let him also weigh the heart of her husband in scales, and measure his soul with measurements. And then shall I come to you, a boundless drop to a boundless ocean. These things move within you as lights and shadows in pairs that cling. Pages may have considerable notes/highlighting. It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth. And if you cannot but weep when your soul summons you to prayer, she should spur you again and yet again, though weeping, until you shall come laughing. They should remember their pleasures with gratitude, as they would the Nay, not without a wound in the spirit shall I leave this city. Yet spring, reposing within you, smiles in her drowsiness and is not offended. They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish. What shall I say of these save that they too stand in the sunlight, but with their backs to the sun? Kahlil Gibran’s masterpiece published in French for the 30 th time…. And there are those who give and know not pain in giving, nor do they seek joy, nor give with mindfulness of virtue; They give as in yonder valley the myrtle breathes its fragrance into space. Much in you is still man, and much in you is not yet man. The righteous is not innocent of the deeds of the wicked. And then I shall stand among you, a seafarer among seafarers. It knows not the ways of the mole nor seeks it the holes of the serpent. And the priests and the priestesses said unto him: Let not the waves of the sea separate us now, and the years you have spent in our midst become a memory. Think you the spirit is a still pool which you can trouble with a staff? God listens not to your words save when He Himself utters them through your lips. When you part from your friend, you grieve not; For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain. And to love life through labour is to be intimate with life’s inmost secret. But now our sleep has fled and our dream is over, and it is no longer dawn. And the white-handed is not clean in the doings of the felon. And a good deed that calls itself by tender names becomes the parent to a curse. Yet the timeless in you is aware of life’s timelessness. And if it suffices not, then again must we come together and together stretch our hands unto the giver. We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another day; and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us. The Prophet is a collection of poetic essays that are philosophical, spiritual, and, above all, inspirational. And before you leave the market place, see that no one has gone his way with empty hands. See first that you yourself deserve to be a giver, and an instrument of giving. But should my voice fade in your ears, and my love vanish in your memory, then I will come again. And thus they too find a treasure though they dig for roots with quivering And knows that yesterday is but today’s memory and tomorrow is today’s dream. The Prophet (A Borzoi Book) by Kahlil Gibran (1923-09-23) by Gibran, Kahil Missing dust jacket; Readable copy. hand in hand. For to the bee a flower is a fountain of life. Have you not heard of the man who was digging in the earth for roots and it. Wise men have come to you to give you of their wisdom. shadows upon the earth? It is when your spirit goes wandering upon the wind. You are good when you strive to give of yourself. And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its found a treasure? And in this lies my honour and my reward,—. In the solitude of their souls they said these things; But were their solitude deeper they would have known that I sought but the secret of your joy and your pain. And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit. Less than a promise have I given, and yet more generous have you been to Rather look about you and you shall see Him playing with your children. And we will give it unto our children, and they unto their children, and it shall not perish. Almustafa, the chosen and the beloved, who was a dawn unto his own day, had waited twelve years in the city of Orphalese for his ship that was to return and bear him back to the isle of his birth. On January 1, 2019, The Masterpiece “The Prophet”, written by Kahlil Gibran became part of the public domain in the United States. The sea that calls all things unto her calls me, and I must embark. And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, Speak to us of Children. Often have I heard you say, as if speaking in sleep, “He who works in marble, and finds the shape of his own soul in the stone, is nobler than The mist that drifts away at dawn, leaving but dew in the fields, shall rise and gather into a cloud and then fall down in rain. And if you could hear the whispering of the dream you would hear no other sound. Kahlil Gibran was a Lebanese philosophical essayist, novelist, poet and artist. Her voice yields to our silences like a faint light that quivers in fear of the shadow.”. And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And even stumbling speech may strengthen a weak tongue. But let there be no scales to weigh your unknown treasure; And seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line. The teacher who walks in the shadow of the temple, among his followers, gives not of his wisdom but rather of his faith and his lovingness. Vague and nebulous is the beginning of all things, but not their end. Like a giant oak tree covered with apple blossoms is the vast man in you. harvest of a summer. The Prophet (1923) Kahlil Gibran The Prophet is a book of prose poetry that made its Lebanese-American author famous.Commonly found in gift shops and frequently quoted at weddings or any occasion where uplifting 'spiritual' thoughts are required, the work has never been a favorite of intellectuals - to some readers it may seem a bit twee or pompous - yet its author was a genuine artist … Through the hands of such as these God speaks, and from behind their eyes He smiles upon the earth. Ay, and he falls for those ahead of him, who though faster and surer of foot, yet removed not the stumbling stone. When you pray you rise to meet in the air those who are praying at that very hour, and whom save in prayer you may not meet. You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days. Canadian copyright protection extends to 50 years from the end of the calendar year of the author's death. Is not remorse the justice which is administered by that very law which you would fain serve? For what are your possessions but things you keep and guard for fear you may need them tomorrow? 25. Think not I say these things in order that you may say the one to the other, “He praised us well. The law is not retroactive; it excludes works published in the lifetime of authors who died in 1956 or earlier, Siddharthan, Rahul (2002). And the guardian of the night shall fill it with oil and he shall light it also. And there are those who give with pain, and that pain is their baptism. Go to your fields and your gardens, and you shall learn that it is the But it is also the pleasure of the flower to yield its honey to the bee. the stars? ~ ThriftBooks: Read More, Spend Less Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed. And as a single leaf turns not yellow but with the silent knowledge of the whole tree, The vast man in whom you are all but cells and sinews; He in whose chant all your singing is but a soundless throbbing. But you who are born of the mountains and the forests and the seas can find their prayer in your heart. For to the fruit giving is a need, as receiving is a need to the root. New York: Alfred A. Knopf, 1962. [6] The book sold its one millionth copy in 1957. If it is an unjust law you would abolish, that law was written with your own hand upon your own forehead. speak save of that which is even now moving within your souls? The Profit, the book. It grows in the sun and sleeps in the stillness of the night; and it is not dreamless. Whenever you enter into it take with you your all. Is not dread of thirst when your well is full, the thirst that is unquenchable? It is when you give of yourself that you truly give. Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy; And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields. But if in your thought you must measure time into seasons, let each season encircle all the other seasons. To you the earth yields her fruit, and you shall not want if you but know how to fill your hands. Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied. A little longer shall your city walls separate your hearths from your fields. And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Could you but see the tides of that breath you would cease to see all else. But even in their foregoing is their pleasure. Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. [12], The book entered the public domain in the United States on January 1, 2019. And of him who comes early to the wedding-feast, and when over-fed and tired goes his way saying that all feasts are violation and all feasters The demand for The Prophet doubled the following year—and doubled again the year after that. 98 of 1978, as amended,, Porias in Literary Translation: A Case Study of The Prophet and Its Translations, "Aporias in Literary Translation: A Case Study of The Prophet and Its Translations",, Short description is different from Wikidata, Articles with unsourced statements from January 2019, Pages using Sister project links with hidden wikidata, Pages using Sister project links with default search, Wikipedia articles with MusicBrainz work identifiers, Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike License, This page was last edited on 20 December 2020, at 16:02. For when my wings were spread in the sun their shadow upon the earth was a Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling? “لا تجالس أنصاف العشاق، ولا تصادق أنصاف الأصدقاء، لا تقرأ لأنصاف الموهوبين،لا تعش نصف حياة، ولا تمت نصف موت،لا تختر نصف حل، ولا تقف في … And to my silence came the laughter of your children in streams, and the longing of your youths in rivers. Though its hands are silken, its heart is of iron. But shame was his loom, and the softening of the sinews was his thread. And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy. [citation needed], 1923 book containing 26 prose poetry fables by Khalil Gibran. His teachings to them, discussing love, marriage, crime, freedom and law among many other aspects of everyday life, form the 26 poetic essays of Gibran's work. And when he speaks to you believe in him. And the buds of your tomorrow shall blossom in my heart, And your fragrance shall be my breath, And together we shall rejoice through all the seasons.”. The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far. good in pleasure from that which is not good?”. His knowledge of Lebanon's bloody history, with its destructive factional struggles, strengthened his belief in the fundamental unity of religions, which his parents exemplified by welcoming people of various religions in their home. [8]:p126[13] Gibran began work on The Prophet in 1912, when "he got the first motif, for his Island God", whose "Promethean exile shall be an Island one. The astronomer may speak to you of his understanding of space, but he cannot give you his understanding. You who travel with the wind, what weather-vane shall direct your course? own ashes. The aggrieved and the injured say, “Beauty is kind and gentle. [8]:p253 Gibran later told Thompson that in 'Abdu'l-Bahá he had "seen the Unseen, and been filled". Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. Yet if it comforts them to regret, let them be comforted. The Prophet by Khalil Gibran is free at - the free Library of Metaphysical New Thought Books and Texts with Links to New Thought Communities and Teachers worldwide. In your aloneness you have watched with our days, and in your wakefulness you have listened to the weeping and the laughter of our sleep. You have given me my deeper thirsting after life. Does not your house dream? What visions, what expectations and what presumptions can outsoar that flight? Like a young mother half-shy of her own glory she walks among us.”. So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth. He sits alone on hill-tops and looks down upon our city.”. If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life. This item will ship to United States, but the seller has not specified shipping options. The two toot their top ten horn. And the robbed is not blameless in being robbed. And though heavy-grounded ships await the tide upon your shores, yet, even like an ocean, you cannot hasten your tides. Verily all things move within your being in constant half embrace, the desired and the dreaded, the repugnant and the cherished, the pursued and that which you would escape. Even though the work “the Prophet” is now part of the Public Domain within the US, we strongly  encourage all of our visitors to visit and consider donating to And who knows but a crystal is mist in decay? But if you in your pain call birth an affliction and the support of the flesh a curse written upon your brow, then I answer that naught but the sweat of your brow shall wash away that which is written. For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one. New Thought Authors. But I say that even as the holy and the righteous cannot rise beyond the highest which is in each one of you. For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness. Surely he who is worthy to receive his days and his nights, is worthy of all else from you. For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly. But I say, not in sleep but in the overwakefulness of noontide, that the wind speaks not more sweetly to the giant oaks than to the least of all the blades of grass; And he alone is great who turns the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by his own loving. 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. The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven? Kahlil Gibran, author of The Prophet, was born January 6, 1883, in Bsharri, Lebanon. And he and the people proceeded towards the great square before the temple. Shall my heart become a tree heavy-laden with fruit that I may gather and give unto them? Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup. Would the valleys were your streets, and the green paths your alleys, that you might seek one another through vineyards, and come with the fragrance of the earth in your garments. But rather when these things girdle your life and yet you rise above them naked and unbound. New Thought Books. Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights. But you who walk facing the sun, what images drawn on the earth can hold you? This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and most other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow. Surely there is no greater gift to a man than that which turns all his aims into parching lips and all life into a fountain. Yet was it not your loving mindfulness of my days and my nights that made food sweet to my mouth and girdled my sleep with visions? dreams. And he closed his eyes and prayed in the silences of his soul. [4] By 2012, it had sold more than nine million copies in its American edition alone since its original publication in 1923. And let him who would lash the offender look unto the spirit of the offended. [20], Gibran instructed that on his death the royalties and copyrights to his materials be owned by his hometown, Bsharri, Lebanon. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Now therefore disclose us to ourselves, and tell us all that has been shown you of that which is between birth and death. And it is yours to bring forth 82sweet music from it or confused sounds. Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquillity: For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen, And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own There are those among you who seek the talkative through fear of being alone. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. loving; To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstacy; To return home at eventide with gratitude; And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips. Unbidden shall it call in the night, that men may wake and gaze upon themselves. Then the gates of his heart were flung open, and his joy flew far over the sea. But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted. And some of you have called me aloof, and drunk with my own aloneness. Have you remembrances, the glimmering arches that span the summits of the mind? You work that you may keep pace with the earth and the soul of the earth. Let him also weigh the heart of her husband in scales, and measure his soul with measurements. And what is it you guard with fastened doors? And he reached his ship and stood upon the deck. Or have you only comfort, and the lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest, and then becomes a host, and then a master? Would that you could meet the sun and the wind with more of your skin and less of your raiment. And there came out of the sanctuary a woman whose name was Almitra. They prepare for Christmas… How often have you sailed in my dreams. And to both, bee and flower, the giving and the receiving of pleasure is a Penguin Classics. Gibran's family lived in poverty. Too many fragments of the spirit have I scattered in these streets, and too many are the children of my longing that walk naked among these hills, and I cannot withdraw from them without a burden and an ache. The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Prophet, by Kahlil GibranThis eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States andmost other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictionswhatsoever. Yet you shall not deplore having known blindness, nor regret having been deaf. Who alone are peace and freedom to the river and the stream. Ready am I to go, and my eagerness with sails full set awaits the wind. But you, children of space, you restless in rest, you shall not be trapped nor tamed. And his soul cried out to them, and he said: Sons of my ancient mother, you riders of the tides.