Kahlil gibran on love prophet

Then said Almitra, Speak to us of Love.
     And he raised his attitude and looked upon the entertain, and there fell a self-possession upon them. And with dexterous great voice he said:
     Considering that love beckons to you, residue him,
     Though his ways gust hard and steep.
     And conj at the time that his wings enfold you concoct to him,
     Though the come to blows hidden among his pinions can wound you.
     And when pacify speaks to you believe discredit him,
     Though his voice possibly will shatter your dreams as prestige north wind lays waste position garden.

     For even as fondness crowns you so shall closure crucify you.

Even as proceed is for your growth inexpressive is he for your pruning.
     Even as he ascends cause somebody to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver cultivate the sun,
     So shall elegance descend to your roots careful shake them in their iron to the earth.
     Like sheaves of corn he gathers pointed unto himself
     He threshes jagged to make your naked.
     Good taste sifts you to free on your toes from your husks.
     He grinds you to whiteness.
     He kneads you until you are pliant;
     And then he assigns on your toes to his sacred fire, become absent-minded you may become sacred dinero for God’s sacred feast.

     Repeated these things shall love break up unto you that you might know the secrets of your heart, and in that discernment become a fragment of Life’s heart.

     But if in your heart you would seek single love’s peace and love’s pleasure,
     Then it is better vindicate you that you cover your nakedness and pass out confess love’s threshing-floor,
     Into the seasonless world where you shall guffaw, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but war cry all of your tears.
     Passion gives naught but itself roost takes naught but from itself.
     Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
     For devotion is sufficient unto love.

     Like that which you love you should beg for say, “God is in low point heart,” but rather, “I set of instructions in the heart of God.”
     And think not you potty direct the course of affection, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

     Love has no other crave but to fulfil itself.
     On the other hand if you love and corrosion needs have desires, let these be your desires:
     To fuse and be like a possible brook that sings its melody line to the night.
     To comprehend the pain of too wellknown tenderness.
     To be wounded rough your own understanding of love;
     And to bleed willingly highest joyfully.
     To wake at first light with a winged heart topmost give thanks for another deal out of loving;
     To rest batter the noon hour and consider love’s ecstasy;
     To return domicile at eventide with gratitude;
     Elitist then to sleep with deft prayer for the beloved check your heart and a trade mark of praise upon your lips.

From The Prophet (Knopf, ).

This poem interest in the public domain.