THE PROPHET (Wisehouse Classics Edition). Khalil Gibran

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MARRIAGE

      THEN Almitra spoke again and said, And what of Marriage, master?

      And he answered saying:

      You were born together, and together you shall be for evermore.

      You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.

      Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.

      But let there be spaces in your togetherness.

      And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.

      Love one another, but make not a bond of love:

      Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

      Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.

      Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.

      Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,

      Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.

      Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.

      For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.

      And stand together yet not too near together:

      For the pillars of the temple stand apart,

      And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.

CHILDREN

      AND a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, Speak to us of Children.

      And he said:

      Your children are not your children.

      They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.

      They come through you but not from you,

      And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

      You may give them your love but not your thoughts,

      For they have their own thoughts.

      You may house their bodies but not their souls,

      For their souls dwell in the house of to-morrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

      You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.

      For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

      You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

      The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.

      Let your bending in the Archer’s hand be for gladness;

      For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.

GIVING

      THEN said a rich man, Speak to us of Giving.

      And he answered:

      You give but little when you give of your possessions.

      It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.

      For what are your possessions but things you keep and guard for fear you may need them to-morrow?

      And to-morrow, what shall to-morrow bring to the over-prudent dog burying bones in the trackless sand as he follows the pilgrims to the holy city?

      And what is fear of need but need itself?

      Is not dread of thirst when your well is full, the thirst that is unquenchable?

      There are those who give little of the much which they have – and they give it for recognition and their hidden desire makes their gifts unwholesome.

      And there are those who have little and give it all.

      These are the believers in life and the bounty of life, and their coffer is never empty.

      There are those who give with joy, and that joy is their reward.

      And there are those who give with pain, and that pain is their baptism.

      And there are those who give and know not pain in giving, nor do they seek joy, nor give with mindfulness of virtue;

      They give as in yonder valley the myrtle breathes its fragrance into space.

      Through the hands of such as these God speaks, and from behind their eyes He smiles upon the earth.

      IT is well to give when asked, but it is better to give unasked, through understanding;

      And to the open-handed the search for one who shall receive is joy greater than giving.

      And is there aught you would withhold?

      All you have shall some day be given;

      Therefore, give now, that the season of giving may be yours and not your inheritors’.

      You often say, “I would give, but only to the deserving.”

      The trees in your orchard say not so, nor the flocks in your pasture.

      They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish.

      Surely he who is worthy to receive his days and his nights is worthy of all else from you.

      And he who has deserved to drink from the ocean of life deserves to fill his cup from your little stream.

      And what desert greater shall there be, than that which lies in the courage and the confidence, nay the charity, of receiving?

      And who are you that men should rend their bosom and unveil their pride, that you may see their worth naked and their pride unabashed?