The Kahlil Gibran Collection

by Kahlil Gibran

  O love, whose lordly hand

  Has bridled my desires,

  And raised my hunger and my thirst

  To dignity and pride,

  Let not the strong in me and the constant

  Eat the bread or drink the wine

  That tempt my weaker self.

  Let me rather starve,

  And let my hearrt parch with thirst,

  And let me die and perish,

  Ere I stretch my hand

  To a cup you did not fill,

  Or a bowl you did not bless

  The King- hermit

  They told me that in a forest among the mountains lives a young man in solitude who once was a king of a vast country beyond the Two Rivers. And they also said that he, of his own will, had left his throne and the land of his glory and come to dwell in the wilderness.

  And I said, "I would seek that man, and learn the secret of his heart; for he who renounces a kingdom must needs be greater than a kingdom."

  On that very day I went to the forest where he dwells. And I found him sitting under a white cypress, and in his hand a reed as if it were a sceptre. And I greeted him even as I would greet a king. And he turned to me and said gently, "What would you in this forest of serenity? Seek you a lost self in the green shadows, or is it a home-coming in your twilight?"

  And I answered, "I sought but you -- for I fain would know that which made you leave a kingdom for a forest."

  And he said, "Brief is my story, for sudden was the bursting of the bubble. It happened thus: one day as I sat at a window in my palace, my chamberlain and an envoy from a foreign land were walking in my garden. And as they approached my window, the lord chamberlain was speaking of himself and saying, 'I am like the king; I have a thirst for strong wine and a hunger for all games of chance. And like my lord the king I have storms of temper.' And the lord chamberlain and the envoy disappeared among the trees. But in a few minutes they returned, and this time the lord chamberlain was speaking of me, and he was saying, 'My lord the king is like myself -- a good marksman; and like me he loves music and bathes thrice a day.' "

  After a moment he added, "On the eve of that day I left my palace with but my garment, for I would no longer be ruler over those who assume my vices and attribute to me their virtues."

  And I said, "This is indeed a wonder, and passing strange."

  And he said, "Nay, my friend, you knocked at the gate of my silences and received but a trifle. For who would not leave a kingdom for a forest where the seasons sing and dance ceaselessly? Many are those who have given their kingdom for less than solitude and the sweet fellowship of aloneness. Countless are the eagles who descend from the upper air to live with moles that they may know the secrets of the earth. There are those who renounce the kingdom of dreams that they may not seem distant from the dreamless. And those who renounce the kingdom of nakedness and cover their souls that others may not be ashamed in beholding truth uncovered and beauty unveiled. And greater yet than all of these is he who renounces the kingdom of sorrow that he may not seem proud and vainglorious."

  Then rising he leaned upon his reed and said, "Go now to the great city and sit at its gate and watch all those who enter into it and those who go out. And see that you find him who, though born a king, is without kingdom; and him who though ruled in flesh rules in spirit -- though neither he nor his subjects know this; abd him also who but seems to rule yet is in truth slave of his own slaves."

  After he had said these things he smiled on me, and there were a thousand dawns upon his lips. Then he turned and walked away into the heart of the forest.

  And I returned to the city, and I sat at its gate to watch the passers-by even as he had told me. And from that day to this numberless are the kings whose shadows have passed over me and few are the subjects over whom my shadow passed

  The Lion's Daughter

  Four slaves stood fanning an old queen who was asleep upon her throne. And she was snoring. And upon the queen's lap a cat lay purring and gazing lazily at the slaves.

  The first slave spoke, and said, "How ugly this old woman is in her sleep. See her mouth droop; and she breathes as if the devil were choking her."

  Then the cat said, purring, "Not half so ugly in her sleep as you in your waking slavery."

  And the second slave said, "You would think sleep would smooth her wrinkles instead of deepening them. She must be dreaming of something evil."

  And the cat purred, "Would that you might sleep also and dream of your freedom."

  And the third slave said, "Perhaps she is seeing the procession of all those that she has slain."

  And the cat purred, "Aye, she sees the procession of your forefathers and your descendants."

  And the fourth slave said, "It is all very well to talk about her, but it does not make me less weary of standing and fanning."

  And the cat purred, "You shall be fanning to all eternity; for as it is on earth, so it is in heaven."

  At this moment the old queen nodded in her sleep, and her crown fell to the floor.

  And one of the slaves said, "That is a bad omen."

  And the cat purred, "The bad omen of one is the good omen of another."

  And the second slave said, "What if she should wake, and find her crown fallen! She would surely slay us."

  And the cat purred, "Daily from your birth she has slain you and you know it not."

  And the third slave said, "Yes, she would slay us and she would call it making a sacrifice to the gods."

  And the cat purred, "Only the weak are sacrificed to the gods."

  And the fourth slave silenced the others, and softly he picked up the crown and replaced it, without waking her, on the old queen's head.

  And the cat purred, "Only a slave restores a crown that has fallen."

  And after a while the old queen woke, and she looked about her and yawned. Then she said, "Methought I dreamed, and I saw four caterpillars chased by a scorpion around the trunk of an ancient oak tree. I like not my dream."

  Then she closed her eyes and went to sleep again. And she snored. And the four slaves went on fanning her.

  And the cat purred, "Fan on, fan on, stupids. You fan but the fire that consumes you."

  Tyranny

  Thus sings the she-dragon that guards the seven caves by the sea :

  "My mate shall come riding on the waves. His thundering roar shall fill the earth with fear, and the flames of his nostrils shall set the sky afire. At the eclipse of the moon we shall be wedded, and at the eclipse of the sun I shall give birth to a Saint George, who shall slay me."

  Thus sings the she-dragon that guards the seven caves by the sea.

  The Saint

  In my youth I once visited a saint in his silent grove beyond the hills; and as we were conversing upon the nature of virtue a brigand came limping wearily up the ridge. When he reached the grove he knelt down before the saint and said, "O saint, I would be comforted! My sins are heavy upon me."

  And the saint replied, "My sins, too, are heavy upon me."

  And the brigand said, "But I am a thief and a plunderer."

  And the saint replied, "I too am a thief and a plunderer."

  And the brigand said, "But I am a murderer, and the blood of many men cries in my ears."

  And the saint replied, " I am a murderer, and in my ears cries the blood of many men."

  And the brigand said, "I have committed countless crimes."

  And the saint replied, "I too have committed crimes without number."

  Then the brigand stood up and gazed at the saint, and there was a strange look in his eyes. And when he left us he went skipping down the hill.

  And I turned to the saint and said, "Wherefore did you accuse yourself of uncommitted crimes? See you not this man went away no longer believing in you?"

  And the saint answered, "It is true he no longer believes in me. But he went away much comforted."

  At that moment we heard the brigand singing in the distance, and the echo of his son
g filled the valley with gladness

  The Plutocrat

  In my wanderings I once saw upon an island a man-headed, iron-hoofed monster who ate of the earth and drank of the sea incessantly. And for a long while I watched him. Then I approached him and said, "Have you never enough; is your hunger never satisfied and your thirst never quenched?"

  And he answered saying, "Yes, I am satisfied, nay, I am weary of eating and drinking; but I am afraid that tomorrow there will be no more earth to eat and no more sea to drink.

  The Greater Self

  This came to pass. After the coronation of Nufsibaal King of Byblus, he retired to his bed-chamber -- the very room which the three hermit-magicians of the mountains had built for him. He took off his crown and his royal raiment, and stood in the centre of the room thinking of himself, now the all-powerful ruler of Byblus.

  Suddenly he turned; and he saw stepping out of the silver mirror which his mother had given him, a naked man.

  The king was startled, and he cried out to the man, "What would you?"

  And the naked man answered, "Naught but this: Why have they crowned you king?"

  And the king answered, "Because I am the noblest man in the land."

  Then the naked man said, "If you were still more noble, you would not be king."

  And the king said, "Because I am the mightiest man in the land they crowned me."

  And the naked man said, "If you were mightier yet, you would not be king."

  Then the king said, "Because I am the wisest man they crowned me king."

  And the naked man said, "If you were still wiser you would not choose to be king."

  Then the king fell to the floor and wept bitterly.

  The naked man looked down upon him. Then he took up the crown and with tenderness replaced it upon the king's bent head.

  And the naked man, gazing lovingly upon the king, entered into the mirror.

  And the king roused, and straightway he looked into the mirror. And he saw there but himself crowned

  War and the Small Nations

  Once, high above a pasture, where a sheep and a lamb were grazing, an eagle was circling and gazing hungrily down upon the lamb. And as he was about to descend and seize his prey, another eagle appeared and hovered above the sheep and her young with the same hungry intent. Then the two rivals began to fight, filling the sky with their fierce cries.

  The sheep looked up and was much astonished. She turned to the lamb and said :

  "How strange, my child, that these two noble birds should attack one another. Is not the vast sky large enough for both of them? Pray, my little one, pray in your heart that God may make peace between your winged brothers."

  And the lamb prayed in his heart.

  Critics

  One nightfall a man travelling on horseback towards the sea reached an inn by the roadside. He dismounted and, confident in man and night like all riders towards the sea, he tied his horse to a tree beside the door and entered into the inn.

  At midnight, when all were asleep, a thief came and stole the traveller's horse.

  In the morning the man awoke, and discovered that his horse was stolen. And he grieved for his horse, and that a man had found it in his heart to steal.

  Then his fellow lodgers came and stood around him and began to talk.

  And the first man said, "How foolish of you to tie your horse outside the stable."

  And the second said, " Still more foolish, without even hobbling the horse!"

  And the third man said, "It is stupid at best to travel to the sea on horseback."

  And the fourth said, "Only the indolent and the slow of foot own horses."

  Then the traveller was much astonished. At last he cried, "My friends, because my horse was stolen, you have hastened one and all to tell me my faults and my shortcomings. But strange, not one word of reproach have you uttered about the man who stole my horse."

  Poets

  Four poets were sitting around a bowl of punch that stood on a table.

  Said the first poet, "Methinks I see with my third eye the fragrance of this wine hovering in space like a cloud of birds in an enchanted forest."

  The second poet raised his head and said, "With my inner ear I can hear those mist-birds singing. And the melody holds my heart as the white rose imprisons the bee within her petals."

  The third poet closed his eyes and stretched his arm upwards, and said, "I touch them with my hand. I feel their wings, like the breath of a sleeping fairy, brushing against my fingers."

  Then the fourth poet rose and lifted up the bowl, and he said, "Alas, friends! I am too dull of sight and of hearing and of touch. I cannot see the fragrance of this wine, nor hear its song, nor feel the beating of its wings. I perceive but the wine itself. Now therefore must I drink it, that it may sharpen my senses and raise me to your blissful heights."

  And putting the bowl to his lips, he drank the punch to the very last drop.

  The three poets, with their mouths open, looked at him aghast, and there was a thirsty yet unlyrical hatred in their eyes.

  The Weather -cock

  Said the weather-cock to the wind, "How tedious and monotonous you are! Can you not blow any other way but in my face? You disturb my God-given stability."

  And the wind did not answer. It only laughed in space.

  The King of Aradus

  Once the elders of the city of Aradus presented themselves before the king, and besought of him a decree to forbid to men all wine and all intoxicants within their city.

  And the king turned his back upon them and went out from them laughing.

  Then the elders departed in dismay.

  At the door of the palace they met the lord chamberlain. And the lord chamberlain observed that they were troubled, and he understood their case.

  Then he said, "Pity, my friends! Had you found the king drunk, surely he would have granted you your petition."

  Out of My Deeper Heart

  Out of my deeper heart a bird rose and flew skywards.

  Higher and higher did it rise, yet larger and larger did it grow.

  At first it was but like a swallow, then a lark, then an eagle, then as vast as a spring cloud, and then it filled the starry heavens.

  Out of my heart a bird flew skywards. And it waxed larger as it flew. Yet it left not my heart.

  * * *

  O my faith, my untamed knowledge, how shall I fly to your height and see with you man's larger self pencilled upon the sky?

  How shall I turn this sea within me into mist, and move with you in space immeasurable?

  How can a prisoner within the temple behold its golden domes?

  How shall the heart of a fruit be stretched to envelop the fruit also?

  O my faith, I am in chains behind these bars of silver and ebony, and I cannot fly with you.

  Yet out of my heart you rise skyward, and it is my heart that holds you, and I shall be content

  Dynasties

  The queen of Ishana was in travail of childbirth; and the king and the mighty men of his court were waiting in breathless anxiety in the great hall of the Winged Bulls.

  At eventide there came suddenly a messenger in haste and prostrated himself before the king, and said, "I bring glad tidings unto my lord the king, and unto the kingdom and the slaves of the king. Mihrab the Cruel, thy life-long enemy, the king of Bethroun, is dead."

  When the king and the mighty men heard this, they all rose and shouted for joy; for the powerful Mihrab, had he lived longer, had assuredly overcome Ishana and carried the inhabitants captive.

  At this moment the court physician also entered the hall of Winged Bulls, and behind him came the royal midwives. And the physician prostrated himself before the king, and said, "My lord the king shall live for ever, and through countless generations shall he rule over the people of Ishana. For unto thee, O King, is born this very hour a son, who shall be thy heir."

  Then indeed was the soul of the king intoxicated with joy, that in the same moment hi
s foe was dead and the royal line was established.

  Now in the city of Ishana lived a true prophet. And the prophet was young, and bold of spirit. And the king that very night ordered that the prophet should be brought before him. And when he was brought, the king said unto him, "Prophesy now, and foretell what shall be the future of my son who is this day born unto the kingdom."

  And the prophet hesitated not, but said, "Hearken, O King, and I will indeed prophesy of the future of thy son that is this day born. The soul of thy enemy, even of thy enemy King Mihrab, who died yester-eve, lingered but a day upon the wind. Then it sought for itself a body to enter into. And that which it entered into was the body of thy son that is born unto thee this hour."

  Then the king was enraged, and with his sword he slew the prophet.

  And from that day to this, the wise men of Ishana say one to another secretly, "Is it not known, and has it not been said from of old, that Ishana is ruled by an enemy?"

  Knowledge and Half- knowledge

  Four frogs sat upon a log that lay floating on the edge of a river. Suddenly the log was caught by the current and swept slowly down the stream. The frogs were delighted and absorbed, for never before had they sailed.

  At length the first frog spoke, and said, "This is indeed a most marvellous log. It moves as if alive. No such log was ever known before."

  Then the second frog spoke, and said, "Nay, my friend, the log is like other logs, and does not move. It is the river that is walking to the sea, and carries us and the log with it."