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Kahlil Gibran
Khalil Gibran (1883–1931) was an essayist, novelist, and mystic poet. He wrote The Prophet, a collection of philosophical essays that went on to become one of the bestselling books of the twentieth century. Though he was born in Lebanon, he moved to Boston’s South End as a child and studied art with Auguste Rodin in Paris for two years before launching his literary career. Much of Gibran’s work contains themes of religion and Christianity as well as spiritual love.
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A Tear and a Smile - Kahlil Gibran
Kahlil Gibran
Gibran Khalil Gibran was born on 6th January, 1883, in the historical town of Bsharri, in northern Mount Lebanon, then a semi-autonomous part of the Ottoman Empire.
Due to his family’s poverty, Gibran had no formal education in his early years except for the Maronite Catholic priests who would visit to teach him about the bible, as well as the Arabic and Syriac languages. His father, who was his mother’s third husband, was not a financially successful man, and after racking up gambling debts, was forced to take a position as a local administrator. However, in 1891, he was imprisoned for embezzlement and his family’s property was confiscated. This prompted Gibran’s mother to leave his father and migrate to the United States with her children in 1895.
They settled in the second-largest Syrian-Lebanese-American community, in Boston’s South End, where young Kahlil, enrolled at an art school in a nearby settlement house. He was taken under the wing of the avant-garde artist, photographer, and publisher Fred Holland Day, who encouraged Kahlil’s creative flare.
In 1904 he held the first exhibition of his drawings at Day’s studio. During the exhibition, he met a respected headmistress ten years his senior, named Mary Elizabeth Haskell, who went on to become his editor. The two of them were well-known to be great friends, but it later emerged that in private they were lovers. In fact, Gibran twice proposed to her but marriage was not possible in the face of her family’s conservatism.
Gibran’s early works of poetry were in Arabic, but after 1918 he decided to write mainly in English. It was in 1918 that the Alfred A. Knopf publishing company published The Madman, a slim volume of aphorisms and parables written in biblical cadence somewhere between poetry and prose. This style brought him great success with his 1923 work The Prophet. Although it received a cool reception when first published, its notoriety grew and it is now his most famous work, never having been out of print and translated into more than forty languages. In Lebanon, Gibran is still celebrated as a literary hero, which is not surprising as he is actually the third best-selling poet of all time, behind only Shakespeare and Lao-Tzu.
Gibran died at the age of 48 in 1931 from cirrhosis of the liver and tuberculosis. The following year Mary Haskell and her sister Mariana purchased the Mar Sarkis Monastery in Lebanon in which he was buried. This is now the Gibran Museum. Written next to Gibran’s grave are the words a word I want to see written on my grave: I am alive like you, and I am standing beside you. Close your eyes and look around, you will see me in front of you.
A TEAR AND A SMILE
I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart for the joys of the multitude. And I would not have the tears that sadness makes to flow from my every part turn into laughter. I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.
A tear to purify my heart and give me understanding of life’s secrets and hidden things. A smile to draw me nigh to the sons of my kind and to be a symbol of my glorification of the gods.
A tear to unite me with those of broken heart; a smile to be a sign of my joy in existence.
I would rather that I died in yearning and longing than that I lived weary and despairing.
I want the hunger for love and beauty to be in the depths of my spirit, for I have seen those who are satisfied the most wretched of people. I have heard the sigh of those in yearning and longing, and it is sweeter than the sweetest melody.
With evening’s coming the flower folds her petals and sleeps, embracing her longing. At morning’s approach she opens her lips to meet the sun’s kiss.
The life of a flower is longing and fulfillment. A tear and a smile.
The waters of the sea become vapor and rise and come together and are a cloud.
And the cloud floats above the hills and valleys until it meets the gentle breeze, then falls weeping to the fields and joins with the brooks and rivers to return to the sea, its home.
The life of clouds is a parting and a meeting. A tear and a smile.
And so does the spirit become separated from the greater spirit to move in the world of matter and pass as a cloud over the mountain of sorrow and the plains of joy to meet the breeze of death and return whence it came.
To the ocean of Love and Beauty—to God.
THE LIFE OF LOVE
SPRING
Come, my beloved, let us walk among the little hills, for the snows have melted and life is awakened from its sleep and wanders through the hills and valleys.
Come, let us follow the footsteps of spring in the far-off field;
Come and we will ascend the heights and look upon the waving greenness of the plains below.
The dawn of spring has unfolded the garment concealed by the winter night, and the peach tree and the apple wear it, adorned as brides on the Night of Power.
The vines are awakened, their tendrils entwined like the embrace of lovers.
The streams run and leap among the rocks singing songs of rejoicing.
The flowers are bursting forth from the heart of Nature as foam from the crest of sea waves.
Come, my beloved, let me drink of the last of rain’s tears from narcissus cups and make full our spirits of the joyful songs of birds.
Let us breathe the scent of the breeze and sit by yonder rock where hides the violet, and give and take of Love’s kisses.
SUMMER
Arise, my love, to the field, for the days of the harvest are come and the time of reaping is nigh.
The grain is ripened by the sun in the warmth of its love to Nature;
Come ere the birds reap the fruits of our labor, and the ants consume our land.
Come, let us garner the earth’s yield as the spirit does grains of bliss from fulfillment’s sowing in the depths of our hearts,
And fill our bins with Nature’s bounty as Life does the storehouses of our souls.
Come, my mate, let us make the grass our couch and the heavens our coverlet.
Lay us down our heads on a pillow of soft hay and seek thereon repose from the toil of the day and hearken to the music of the murmur of the brook in the valley.
AUTUMN
Let us go to the vineyard, my love, and press the grapes and store the wine thereof in vessels as the spirit stores the wisdom of ages.
Let us gather the fruits and distill from the flowers their fragrance.
Let us return to the dwellings, for the leaves of the trees are become yellow and the winds have scattered them to make of them a burial shroud for flowers that died grieving at summer’s passing.
Come, for the birds have taken flight to the seashore bearing upon their wings the good cheer of the gardens, bequeathing desolation to the jasmine and the myrtle, and the last tears have been shed upon the sod.
Come, let us go, for the brooks have ceased their flowing and the springs are no more, for the tears of their joy are dried up; and the hillocks have cast aside their fine garments.
Come, beloved. For Nature is overcome by sleep and bids farewell to wakefulness with sad and wishful melody.
WINTER
Draw nigh unto me, my soul-mate. Draw nigh and let not icy breath separate our bodies. Sit you with me by this fireside, for fire is winter’s fruit.
Speak with me of things of the ages, for mine ears are wearied of the winds’ sighing and the elements’ lamenting.
Make fast door and window, for the angry face of Nature makes sad my spirit, and to look upon the city beneath the snows, sitting like a mother bereaved, causes my heart to bleed.
Fill you, then, the lamp with oil, for it is already dim. Put it beside you that I may see what the nights have writ on your face. Bring hither the wine-jar that we may drink and remember the days of the pressing.
Draw nigh to me, loved of my spirit, for the fire is dying and ashes conceal it.
Embrace me, for the lamp is dimmed and darkness has conquered it.
Heavy are our eyes with the wine of years.
Look on me with your sleep-darkened eyes. Embrace me ere slumber embrace us. Kiss me, for the snows have prevailed over all save your kiss.
Ah, my beloved one, how deep is the ocean of sleep! How distant the morning . . . in this night!
A TALE
On the banks of that river in the shade of the walnut and the willow sat a farmer’s son, gazing quietly at the running water. A youth, he was reared among the meadows where everything spoke of love. Where the branches embraced and the flowers inclined one to another and the birds dallied. Where nature in its all preached the gospel of the Spirit.
A youth of twenty years he was, and yestereve he had seen sitting by the spring a maiden among other maidens and he loved her. But he heard tell that she was the daughter of a Prince and he blamed his heart and complained in his self. Yet blaming does not draw away the heart from love, neither does reproof drive away the spirit from the truth. For a man stands between his heart and his soul as a tender branch in the path of the south wind and the north wind.
The youth looked and saw the violet growing by the side of the daisy, and he heard the nightingale calling out to the blackbird, and he wept in his aloneness and his solitude. And so passed the hours of his love before his eyes like the passing of phantom forms. Then he spoke, his affection overflowing with his words and tears, and said:
"Thus does love mock and make jest of me and lead me whither hope is reckoned an error and longing a despised thing. Love, which I have adored, has lifted my heart to a Prince’s palace and brought low my state to a peasant’s hut and led my spirit to the beauty of a nymph of paradise guarded by men and protected by honor. . . .
"I am obedient, O Love. What then do you desire? I did follow you along