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    The Prophet
    The Prophet
    The Prophet
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    The Prophet

    By Kahlil Gibran

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    TABLE OF CONTENTS


    The Coming of the Ship

    On Love

    On Marriage

    On Children

    On Giving

    On Eating and Drinking

    On Work

    On Joy and Sorrow

    On Houses

    On Clothes

    On Buying and Selling

    On Crime and Punishment

    On Laws

    On Freedom

    On Reason and Passion

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherIndependent Publisher
    Release dateFeb 22, 2022
    ISBN9781774817049
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    Kahlil Gibran

    Poet, philosopher, and artist, Kahlil Gibran (1883 - 1931) was born in Lebanon. The millions of Arabic-speaking peoples familiar with his writings in that language consider him the genius of his age and he was a man whose fame and influence spread far beyond the country of his birth. His poetry has been translated into more than twenty languages and his drawings and paintings have been exhibited in the great capitals of the world and compared by Auguste Rodin to the work of William Blake.

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      The Prophet - Kahlil Gibran

      The Prophet

      Kahlil Gibran

      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      The Coming of the Ship

      On Love

      On Marriage

      On Children

      On Giving

      On Eating and Drinking

      On Work

      On Joy and Sorrow

      On Houses

      On Clothes

      On Buying and Selling

      On Crime and Punishment

      On Laws

      On Freedom

      On Reason and Passion

      On Pain

      On Self-Knowledge

      On Teaching

      On Friendship

      On Talking

      On Time

      On Good and Evil

      On Prayer

      On Pleasure

      On Beauty

      On Religion

      On Death

      The Farewell

      The Coming of the Ship

      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.

      And in the twelfth year, on the seventh day of Ielool, the month of reaping, he climbed the hill without the city walls and looked seaward; and he beheld his ship coming with the mist.

      Then the gates of his heart were flung open, and his joy flew far over the sea. And he closed his eyes and prayed in the silences of his soul.

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      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? Nay, not without a wound in the spirit shall I leave this city. Long were the days of pain I have spent within its walls, and long were the nights of aloneness; and who can depart from his pain and his aloneness without regret?

      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.

      It is not a garment I cast off this day, but a skin that I tear with my own hands.

      Nor is it a thought I leave behind me, but a heart made sweet with hunger and with thirst.

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      Yet I cannot tarry longer.

      The sea that calls all things unto her calls me, and I must embark.

      For to stay, though the hours burn in the night, is to freeze and crystallize and be bound in a mould.

      Fain would I take with me all that is here. But, how shall I?

      A voice cannot carry the tongue and the lips that gave it wings. Alone must it seek the ether.

      And alone and without his nest shall the eagle fly across the sun.

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      Now when he reached the foot of the hill, he turned again towards the sea, and he saw his ship approaching the harbour, and upon her prow the mariners, the men of his own land.

      And his soul cried out to them, and he said:

      Sons of my ancient mother, you riders of the tides,

      How often have you sailed in my dreams? And now you come in my awakening, which is my deeper dream.

      Ready am I to go, and my eagerness with sails full set awaits the wind.

      Only another breath will I breathe in this still air, only another loving look cast backward,

      And then I shall stand among you, a seafarer among seafarers. And you, vast sea, sleepless mother,

      Who alone are peace and freedom to the river and the stream,

      Only another winding will this stream make, only another murmur in this glade,

      And then shall I come to you, a boundless drop to a boundless ocean.

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      And as he walked, he saw from afar men and women leaving their fields and their vineyards and hastening towards the city gates.

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