Gibran Khalil Gibran bin Mikhā'īl bin Sa'ad
جبران خليل جبران بن ميخائيل بن سعد
Birthday date:January 6, 1883 – April 10, 1931
He was a Lebanese American artist, poet, and writer. Born in the town of Bsharri in Lebanon
The writer Gibran. I read most of his books and liked them .. there is no words could show my happiness when I read for him. He gives me wings to fly in space, I could feel his taste in choosing words and thoughts, He is magnificent!
They say to me in their awakening, "You and the world you live in are but a grain of sand upon the infinite shore of an infinite sea."
And in my dream I say to them, "I am the infinite sea, and all worlds are but grains of sand upon my shore."
I read for him:
The Broken Wings
Sand and Foam
The earth gods
... and I read selected shorter works.
I can hear his voice shinning as a light in the dark, Gives me strength and push me to breath and thinking about what he'd think!
The Broken Wings
A Tear and A Smile
A tear and a smile
The strong shore is my beloved
And I am his sweetheart.
We are at last united by love, and
Then the moon draws me from him.
I go to him in haste and depart
Reluctantly, with many
I steal swiftly from behind the
Blue horizon to cast the silver of
My foam upon the gold of his sand, and
We blend in melted brilliance.
I quench his thirst and submerge his
Heart; he softens my voice and subdues
At dawn I recite the rules of love upon
His ears, and he embraces me longingly.
At eventide I sing to him the song of
Hope, and then print smooth hisses upon
His face; I am swift and fearful, but he
Is quiet, patient, and thoughtful. His
Broad bosom soothes my restlessness.
As the tide comes we caress each other,
When it withdraws, I drop to his feet in
Many times have I danced around mermaids
As they rose from the depths and rested
Upon my crest to watch the stars;
Many times have I heard lovers complain
Of their smallness, and I helped them to sigh.
Many times have I teased the great rocks
And fondled them with a smile, but never
Have I received laughter from them;
Many times have I lifted drowning souls
And carried them tenderly to my beloved
Shore. He gives them strength as he
Many times have I stolen gems from the
Depths and presented them to my beloved
Shore. He takes them in silence, but still
I give fro he welcomes me ever.
In the heaviness of night, when all
Creatures seek the ghost of Slumber, I
Sit up, singing at one time and sighing
At another. I am awake always.
Alas! Sleeplessness has weakened me!
But I am a lover, and the truth of love
I may be weary, but I shall never die.
words by: Gibran