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On Love

Recently I picked up the Lebanese-American romantic poet, artist Kahlil Gibran. I don’t think I will read any better verses on Love.

When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.

And when he speaks to you believe in him.
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you.
Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses
your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to the whiteness
He kneads you untill you are pliant;
And when he assigns you his sacred fire, that you
may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast.

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.

But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure.
Then it is better for you that you cover your
nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but
not all your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possess not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.

When you love you should not say, ‘God is in my heart,’
but rather, ‘I am in the heart of God.’
And think not you can direct the course of love, for
love, if it finds you worthy, directs your couse.

Love has no desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let
these be your desires:

To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night,
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

To wake at the dawn with a winged heart and give
thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at the eventide with gratitude;

And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in
your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

Categories: Kahlil Gibran
  1. Girish Nalgirkar
    March 22, 2007 at 9:23 pm

    Too heavy to digest for me. Hope you explain me sometimes.

  2. psi
    March 24, 2007 at 7:20 am

    kahlil gibran does not fit into category of roamantic poets.he is a mystic,philosopher.the fluid style gives the impression of him being a romatic poet.


  3. Shefali K.
    March 24, 2007 at 5:00 pm

    Kahlil Gibran does qualify for romantic mystic poet. He wrote a lot on love, though philosophical.

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