Who is Khalil Gibran

Khalil Gibran (/dʒɪˈbrɑːn/); sometimes spelled Kahlil;[a] (full Arabic name Gibran Khalil Gibran) (Arabic: جبران خليل جبران‎ / ALA-LC: Jubrān Khalīl Jubrān or Jibrān Khalīl Jibrān) (January 6, 1883 – April 10, 1931) was a Lebanese-American writer, poet, visual artist and Lebanese nationalist.

Gibran was born in the town of Bsharri in the Mount Lebanon Mutasarrifate, Ottoman Empire (modern-day Lebanon), to Khalil Gibran and Kamila Gibran (Rahmeh). As a pre-teen Gibran emigrated with his family to the United States, where he studied art and began his literary career, writing in both English and Arabic. In the Arab world, Gibran is regarded as a literary and political rebel. His romantic style was at the heart of a renaissance in modern Ara...
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Khalil Gibran Poems

  • Two Infants Ii
    A prince stood on the balcony of his palace addressing a great multitude summoned for the occasion and said, "Let me offer you and this whole fortunate country my congratulations upon the birth of a new prince who will carry the name of my noble family, and of whom you will be justly proud. He is the new bearer of a great and illustrious ancestry, and upon him depends the brilliant future of this realm. Sing and be merry!" The voices of the throngs, full of joy and thankfulness, flooded the sky with exhilarating song, welcoming the new tyrant who would affix the yoke of oppression to their necks by ruling the weak with bitter authority, and exploiting their bodies and killing their souls. For that destiny, the people were singing and drinking ecstatically to the heady of the new Emir.

    Another child entered life and that kingdom at the same time. While the crowds were glorifying the strong and belittling themselves by singing praise to a potential despot, and while the angels of heaven were weeping over the people's weakness and servitude, a sick woman was thinking. She lived in an old, deserted hovel and, lying in her hard bed beside her newly born infant wrapped with ragged swaddles, was starving to death. She was a penurious and miserable young wife neglected by humanity; her husband had fallen into the trap of death set by the prince's oppression, leaving a solitary woman to whom God had sent, that night, a tiny companion to prevent her from working and sustaining life.
    ...
  • On Pain
    Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses
    your understanding.

    Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its ...
  • Self-knowledge Xvii
    And a man said, "Speak to us of Self-Knowledge."

    And he answered, saying:
    ...
  • Song Of The Soul Xxii
    In the depth of my soul there is
    A wordless song - a song that lives
    In the seed of my heart.
    It refuses to melt with ink on ...
  • Giving Chapter V
    Then said a rich man, "Speak to us of Giving."

    And he answered:
    ...
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Heart 58 Life 55 Love 51 I Love You 51 God 42 Earth 39 Night 36 Spirit 32 Speak 31 Soul 31


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  • Abbasihazan: i am not ignoring, i am just trying to keep my soul away so that it doesn't cling to something that loves today and goes away tomorrow. khalil gibran
  • Hello__saad: "and in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered." ~khalil gibran
  • Jmmdubois1: good morning. all our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind. - khalil gibran
  • Lauorenjauregui: "life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit." -khalil gibran
  • Manii_khan75: hearts united in pain and sorrow will not be separated by joy and happiness. bonds that are woven in sadness are stronger than the ties of joy and pleasure. love that is washed by tears will remain eternally pure and faithful. — khalil gibran
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Vain Hope
 by Ernest Dowson

Sometimes, to solace my sad heart, I say,
Though late it be, though lily-time be past,
Though all the summer skies be overcast,
Haply I will go down to her, some day,
And cast my rests of life before her feet,
That she may have her will of me, being so sweet
And none gainsay!

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