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| Khalil Gibran- On Love, en el amor- The Prophet, El Profeta© |
..[ / ]...poeta libanés Khalil Gibrán|On Love The Prophet
Then Almitra said, «They talk to us about love.»
And he raised his head and looked at the people, and a silence fell on them. And with a great voice, he said:
When love calls for you
Although its roads are difficult and steep.
And when his wings wrap around you give in to him
Although the sword hidden between its pinions can hurt you.
And when he speaks, believe in him
Although his voice can break your dreams as the north wind devastates the garde
Because as well as crowns of love that thus have to be crucified. Although it is for its growth so is it for its pruning.
Although he rises to her height and caresses her most tender branches that tremble in the sun,So it will go down to the roots and shake them in their clinging to the ground. Like sheaves of corn he gathers himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
It is sifted to free it from its husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
Knead you until flexible;
And then it is assigned to his sacred fire, so that it becomes sacred bread for God's sacred banquet.
All these things will make love to you that it is possible to know the secrets of your heart, and in which knowledge become a fragment of the heart of Life.
But if in your fear you would seek only the peace of love and the pleasure of love,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and for threshing's sake,
In the world without seasons, where you will laugh, but not all his laughter, and you will cry, but not all his tears.
Love gives nothing but itself and takes nothing but of itself.
Love neither possesses nor is possessed, because love is sufficient for love.
When you love you should not say: «God is in my heart, but rather, I am in the heart of God».
And he believes that he cannot direct the course of love, if he finds you worthy, direct its course.
Love has no other desire than to fulfill itself.
But if you like it, and it needs to have wishes, let these be its
wishes:
To melt and be like a running stream that sings its melody at night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
Being hurt by your own understanding of love
And bleed voluntary and happily.
To wake up at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of love;
Rest at noon and meditate on the ecstasy of love;
To return home at sunset with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the loved one in the heart and a song of praise on the lips.
Khalil Gibran- On Love, en el amor- The Prophet, El Profeta©
