Secret Couple (Poet Kahlil Ghibran)

Pairwise you have created
And forever you'll be paired
Hand tanganlah thou
Until the long wings of the wide melting in the flame
In the grand unified bond you

Menataplah each other in harmony
And not just stare at each other ahead
But how to proceed to its original destination

Pairwise you in breaking down togetherness
Because no one really capable of living be alone
Even the beauty of heaven can not remove lonely Adam

Pairwise you to collect the grace of God Yes, even together anyway in enjoying
Because of the nature and the grace of God
Too vast to be enjoyed alone

Bersamalah you in every situation
Because happiness is available, for those who cry
For those who hurt, those who seek,
for those who try
And for those who are able to understand the meaning of life together
Karana they can appreciate the importance of
people who have touched their lives

Bersamalah thee to the wings of the death meliputimu
Yes, even together anyway you guys in the silent season
But let there be no space between togetherness
Points winds of heaven dance between the ark sakinahmu

Amorous-is love, but do not handcuff love
Let the love flow in each bead of blood
Like the river of life
Which gemerciknya always keep beaches both soul
Mutual fill in your drink but do not drink from the cup
Mutual kongsilah your bread but do not eat from the same plate ..

Sing and dance together in joy and sorrow
Just let each live time itself
Because the strings of a violin, each one has its own life
Although the same song being vibrates
That is why the symphony of life

Give your heart to each other but do not hang

If not, you just love the reflection of ourselves
You discovered in him
And again, only the hand of life to be able to embrace

Tegaklah lined but not too close
Is not the pillars of the temple was not constructed too close?
And teak trees and cypresses
Do not grow in the shadow of each?

Friendship (Poet Kahlil Ghibran)

And one teenager said, Speak to us of Friendship.

And he replied:
Friends of the purposes of the soul, which must be met.
He fields the liver, which you sprinkle with love and you reap with gratitude.
And he is also the shade and pendianganmu.
Because you forgot to him when hearts and look for it when the soul wants peace.

When she spoke, expressing his thoughts, you're not afraid to whisper the word "No" in kalbumu itself not nor do you hide the word "Yes".
And when he was silent, her heart stopped from hearing; because without expression words, in friendship, all thoughts, desires, and desires are born together and collected, with no excitement abysmal.
At the time parting with his friend never will you grieve;
Because you love most in him, may you appear more clearly in its absence, like a mountain for a climber, seems greater than the soil of the canyon plateau.

And no other purpose than mutually enriching friendship except psychiatric spirits.
Because love is looking for something beyond the reach of the mystery is not love but a net that is sown: only catch is not expected.

And offer the most beautiful for your friend.
If he must know surutmu season, let him recognize pasangmu season anyway.
What the hell was always friends that when you're looking for it, just to kill time together in?
Look for him to turn the time together!
Because he alone could fill the shortcomings and not fill the emptiness.
And in the sweetness of friendship let there laughter and excitement come together ..
Because of the small bead of morning dew, the human heart and passion to see the dawn of a fresh life.

Feast Of Life (Poet Kahlil Ghibran)

Arise, my love. Get up! because my soul hailing from the sea, and offer you the wings above the raging waves
Wake up, because silence has stopped hooves and step pedestrians.
Sleepiness has embraced the spirit of every man, while I woke up alone, longing to open my letter paper.
Love brought me close to you, but indecision throw myself away from you.
I threw my book, because I complained locking words and breathed my breath leave my bed, my love, because fear of ghosts forgotten behind the covers.
I threw my book, because I complained locking words and breathed my breath leaving pages blank in front of my eyes!
Wake up, wake up, my love and listen to me!
I listened to you, my love! I heard your call of the open sea and feel the gentle touch of your wings. I have been away from the bed, went to the field, until the dew wet feet and my shirt. This is where I stand, under the almond tree blossoms, satisfy your soul calls.
Talk to me, my love, and let your breath a breath of wind that came to me from the mountain valleys of Lebanon. Speak up. Nobody will hear besides myself. The night had dissolved all his human place.
Heaven has embroider moonlight and spread to the rest of mainland Lebanon, my love.
Heaven has meriasnya the evening shadows, thick robes stretched blown smoke from the chimney of fabric, breath blown hither, and mengelarnya in the palm of town, my love.
The residents have soundly weaving dreams in the top of his head in the middle of the walnut trees. Their souls quicken pace chasing a dream country, my love.
The men carrying limp gold and steep cliffs that will be passed flexing their knees. Their eyes were sleepy because of difficulty and fear-ridden. They threw the body into the bed as a refuge of ghosts scary and horrible, my love.
The ghosts of the past wandering in the valleys. The soul of the king across the hills. My thoughts are decorated with memories of exposing strength of the nation Chaldean, Arab splendor.
In the dark hallways, the souls of thieves who walk upright, Muncung-Muncung appetite venomous snakes emerge from the cracks of the castle, and the pain was buzzing death, vomiting along the way. Memories reveal the forgetfulness of my eyes and appeared Sodom were disgusting, and the sins of Gomorrah.
Branches swinging, my love, and desirnya met with the sound of the creek in the valley. Poetry of Solomon, David's harp tones and songs Ishak Al-Mausaili ringing in our ears.
The souls of children who are hungry at menggelupur, his mother complained of above room sadness, and disappointment had fallen from the sky. Dreams indecision struck a weak heart. I heard a groan bitterness.
Fragrant flowers waved as the breath of cedars. Carried by the breeze toward the hills, fragrant it fills the soul with love and breathed longing to fly.
But the venom of the marshes also ventured steaming along with the disease. As secret sharp arrows, the poison that had penetrated the feelings and poison the air.
Without realizing sun has starred morning light, my love, and fingers tapering east cradled spies were asleep. The light was forcing them to open the shutters and menyelak heart and victory. The villages, sleeping in peace and quiet on the shoulders of the valley, wake up, the bells-tinkling bells filled the air as the first call to prayer. And from the caves, echoes are also buzzing, as if the whole universe was praying together with khusyuknya. The calves had been out of his cage, sheep and goats leave the ward to reap the dewy grass and flashing light. The shepherd followed after watching her behind lelalang. Behind again the girls sing like birds greet the morning.
Now daylight mighty hand lay over the city. The curtains have diselak of the window and the door opened. The eyes are tired and listless face the tailors had been prepared in the workplace. They tasted death has been encroaching on their lives, and the ripple face withered mempamerkan fear and frustration. On the streets crowded with souls greed and haste, and everywhere sounded the whistle of iron, centrifugal wheel and the whistling of the wind. The city has become a battleground where the strong oppress the weak and the rich exploit and dominate the poor.
How beautiful life, my love, like a poet hearts filled with light and tenderness.
And how hard this life, my love, like a villain chest, pounding because it always feels confused and scared.

Poet (Poet Kahlil Ghibran)

He is the connecting link
Between this world and the world to come
The pool of sweet water for thirsty souls,
She is a tree planted
In the beauty of the river valley
Bebuahan bear ripe
For those looking for hungry hearts.

He is a bird 'nightingale'
Soothing the soul in sorrow
Raising the spirit with the beautiful strains of melody

He is a piece of white clouds in the clear sky
Up and inflate filled the air.
Then pour kurnianya above the plain life. Their petals open up to the light.

She was an angel sent by the Almighty teaches Divine Kalam.
A beam of bright light unflagging.
There are observed dark night
Not shaken by strong winds
Ishtar, goddess of love, lubricate it with affection
And, the song of Apollo becoming light.

He is a man who always be alone,
paced life simple and to be holy
She sat in the lap of nature for inspiration inspiration
And manning the stillness of the night,
Stay tuned and fall ruh

He is the tailor who sewed the seeds of his heart in the fields of affection
and humanitarian menyuburkannya

This is the poet marginalized by humans
in his day,
And only recognized after the bodies were left
The world is saying goodbye and returning it to the Divine

This is the poet who did not ask for anything
from humans except a smile
This is the poet who vigorously and meet
horizon with beautiful words
But people still deny the beauty kewujudan

Until when people continue to drift?
Until when people laud ruling
achieve greatness by taking a chance ??
Until when people ignore those who can show the beauty in their souls
Symbol of love and peace?

Until when humans will only flatter services of the deceased?
and forget the life that surrounded misery
who devote their lives like a lit candle
to show the true way for people who forget

And oh poets,
You are the life in this life:
You have to punch the centuries including the curtains.

Poet..
One day you will dominate human hearts
And, because it is the eternal kingdom.

Penyair..periksalah crown berdurimu..kau will see softness in reverse vase of flowers Laurel ...

(From 'Dam'ah Wa Ibtisamah' -Setitis Tears hint of a smile)

Song Of The Rain (Poet Kahlil Ghibran)

I have spark silver thread dissipated from heaven by the gods.
The universe then meraupku, for watering the fields and valleys.

I have a sprinkling of pearls, plucked from the crown of King Ishtar, the daughter of Dawn,
to decorate gardens Mayapada.

If kuurai tears, hills laugh;
When I was a low blow, the flowers of joy,
And when I looked down, everything bright-cheery.

Fields and clouds mega-intimate amorous,
Among them I bearer mandate faithfully,
The one I took off from thirst,
Others kuobati of injuries.

Thunder mengkhabarkan arrival
Rainbow in the sky ushered departure,
Like a mundane life, myself,
Starting at the foot of the forces of nature,
And terminated under the wings of death.

I emerged from the heart of the ocean,
High drift with the wind,
When I saw the fields need me,
I went down, tenderly stroked the flowers and trees
In millions of ways.

My fingers gently playing in the stained-glass windows
And I carried brings happy news,
Everyone can hear it, but only sensitive,
Can understand its meaning.

Hot air gave birth to me,
But in return I killed him,
Like a woman who surpasses bachelor,
With the power of smoked thereof.

Myself sigh ocean
Laughter desert fields,
And the tears of heaven.

Then, accompanied by love -
whipped up from the ocean depths of affection;
laughing from the desert hue soul,
tears of heaven everlasting memories.
(From 'Dam'ah Wa Ibtisamah' -Setitis Tears hint of a smile)

Advice my soul (Poet Kahlil Ghibran)

My soul said to me and advised me to love all the people who hate me,
And make friends with those who slander me.
My soul advised me and revealed to me that love is not only appreciate people who love, but also the loved ones.
Since then me love like cobwebs between two flowers, close to each other; But today it is a halo around the sun is not started even endless, Encircling all existing and growing eternally.
My soul advised me and taught me see the beauty that is in the opposite shapes and colors.
My soul told me to look at all the bad bravely until appeared eloquence.
Indeed, before asking my soul and give me advice,
I see such beauty hotspots rolled smoke;
but now the smoke had dispersed and gone, and I just saw the fire burning.
My soul advised me and asked me to hear the sound that comes out is not from the tongue and throat.
Previously I had only heard shouts and screams in my ear foolish and futile.
But now I'm learning to hear the silence,
That resonates and sings from time to time.
Singing the sky tones, and reveal the secrets of eternity ..
My soul said to me and advised me to satisfy kehausanku by drinking the wine that was poured into cups,
That has not been lifted by the hand, and untouched by the lip
Until that day as the flame dimmed kehausanku buried in ash.
Cold wind blowing in all seasons of interest;
But now longing into my cup,
Love becomes wine, and solitude is my happiness.
My soul advised me and asked me to look for that can not be seen;
And my soul reveals to me that what we touch is what we dream.
My soul told me and invited me to inhale the fragrant plant that has no roots, stems or flowers, and that is never visible eye.
Before advising my soul, I am looking for a fragrance in the gardens,
In the bottles of perfume plants and incense vessel; But now I menyedari only the incense that is not burnt,
I smell the air is redolent of all the gardens in the world and all the winds in space.
My soul advised me and asked me to not feel noble
for praise
And in order not to be troubled by the fear insults.
To this day I have any doubts about the value of my work;
But now I learned;
That tree flowering in spring and fruit in summer
And drops its leaves in the fall to be completely naked in the winter.
Without feeling noble and without fear and without shame.
My soul is advised and reassured
That I'm not a midget or a higher value was lower compared to the giant.
Earlier I saw there were two human beings,
A weak that I abuse or kukasihani,
And a strong man who I follow, and I fought
in the uprising.
But now I know that I was even formed by land
which is where all men are created equal.
My substance is that their elements, and their wanderings are also mine.
If they violate me too offenders,
And when they do good, then I also shared their good deeds.
When they got up, I got up with them;
If they stay behind, I also accompanied them.
My soul advised me and ordered me to see that light that I bring not my light,
That my songs are not created in me;
Because even though I walked with a light, I was not the light,
And even though I was playing the harp strings tied by boxed-dawaiku,
I'm not a lute player.
My soul is advised and reminded to measure time with these words: "There is no day overnight and there's no tomorrow." At that time I considered the past a vanished era and will be forgotten, and the future of a time that I thought could not I accomplish;
But now I'm educated in this matter: that the whole present a short time, and all things in time, Had to be reached can.
My soul advised me, my brother, and menerangiku.
And often soul advising and menerangimu.
Karana you like me, and there was no difference between us.
I kept what I said in me in words I heard in heningku,
And you keep what is within you, and you are the keepers were as good as I say this.

Dream (Poet Kahlil Ghibran)

When night comes and drowsiness spread out his blanket in the face of the earth, I got up and walked into the sea, "Sea never slept, and in the sea keterjagaannya be a comforter for the soul awake."

When I reached the shore, the fog of the mountain legs dangling like a piece of the veil that adorn the face of a girl. I see the waves that berdeburan. I hear praise, praise to God and meditate over the eternal power hidden in the waves it - the power that ran with the wind, mountain climbing, smiling through the lips of the rose and sang with the murmur of water flowing in ditches.

Then I saw three Putera Darkness sitting on a rock. I went to him as if there was a power that drew no I can fight it.

I stopped a few steps from the Son of Darkness was as if there was a magical power that held me back. At that time, one of them stood up and with a voice that seemed to come out of the sea he said:
"Life without love is like a tree that is not flowering and fruiting. And love without beauty like a flower without fragrance and aroma as the fruit without seeds. Life, love and beauty are three in one, which can not be separated or modified."

The second son said in a voice echoed like a waterfall, "Life without struggle as the losing seasons four seasons blossoms. And the struggle without the right as barren deserts. Life, the struggle and the right are three in one that can not be separated or modified."

Then the third son opened his mouth like thunder booms:

"Life without freedom like a body without a soul and without a sense of freedom as the spirit of confusion. Life, liberty and the reason is three in one, eternal and never disappear."
Furthermore, the three of them stood up and said with a shaky voice:

'That children love,
The fruits of the struggle,
As a result of freedom,
Three manifestations of God,
And God is the expression
from nature wise. '

When the sad silence, only the rustling of wings is invisible and vibe subtle bodies that constantly.

I closed my eyes and heard the echo of which has just passed. When I opened my eyes, I no longer see the Son, the Son of Darkness, only the sea that is embraced halimunan. I sat down, not looking at anything else except incense smoke curled into heaven.

Time Young And Beauty (Poet Kahlil Ghibran)

The beauty belongs to a young age, but the youthfulness of the world for which it was created is nothing more than a dream that sweetness enslaved by eliminating blindness awareness.
Will the day come when the wise men bringing together the sweetness of youth and enjoyment of knowledge?
For each empty only when alone.
Will the day come when nature becomes the teacher of human and humanity to reading the book
while life is school everyday?
Youthful desire of pleasure-pleasure not too demanding responsibility -only be met when dawn has menyelak dark days.
Many men are absorbed in the days of youth were dead and frozen;
many women who regretted and condemned the useless years they like the roar of a lioness who lost a child;
and many young men and women who use their hearts just as digger bitter memories of the future,
injure themselves through ignorance by arrows are sharp and poisonous due to lost happiness.
Old age is the skin surface of the earth;
he must, through light and truth,
provide warmth for the seeds of youth which
there underneath, protect and fulfill their needs
Nisan came up and enhance the lives of youth who are growing with new revival
We walked too slowly towards a spiritual awakening,
and the trip was an area of ​​deep space,
as understanding the beauty kewujudan through
compassion and love for the beauty of it

A Life Of Love (Poet Kahlil Ghibran)

SPRING

Come, dear, let's go explore the hills,
The snow has liquefied and Life has maintained from lelapnya
and now wandered down the mountains and valleys,
Let us follow the traces of Spring Flowers, which goes beyond
Fields away, and climbing the peaks of the hills
'Tuk inspiration from cedar fence heights,
On a bed of greenery cool canyons.

Dawn Spring Flower has issued clothes
from the folds of deposits, and menyangkutnya
the pic and citrus trees, and they look like a bride in a traditional ceremony Kedre hours ..

Tendrils of vine leaves hugging each other like lovers
Air times even frisky jumping dance ria,
On the sidelines of the rock, singing a cheerful song.

And the flowers bloom from the heart of nature,
Like foaming bersemburan, from the heart of the ocean

Come here, dear: let sipped the last of the tears
winter, glass lily petals,
And soothe the soul, with a drizzle of tones
Curahan symphony birds berkicauan
and wandering merrily in the wind engrossing

Let sit on a large rock, where violets
shelter in hiding, and imitate
Their sweetness in the exchange of love longing.

SUMMER

Let's go to the fields, my beloved, as
The harvest has arrived, and solar light
Had baked wheat straw-yellow.

Let us work on crops, as well as a spirit of fun fertilize the grain
From the seeds of love, which is embedded in the heart.
Let us fill sacks with an abundance of crops
like a life filled cavity of the heart,
With wealth untold,
Come, make flowers sheet we
Our blankets and blue sky
Rest your head on the pillow fragrant hay,
Let's take a break after working all day,
As he heard the whispered singing river splashing water.

AUTUMN
we went to pick grapes on the estate
And the flush of fresh fruit juice
And store it in an old vase
As life saving science
Centuries ago, in the building of immortality.

And now let's go home, because the wind has
Blow away the yellow leaves and rerun the flowers wither
Whispering chant death in Autumn
Let's go home, beloved immortal, because the birds
Has flown for migration journey toward warmth
Leaving the desert cold and lonely.
Mirtel flowers and jasmine have long
Drying the tears.

Let's go back, because tributary glazed
Have run out of songs, and water sources are agile
Has been silent, reluctant to say goodbye.
Medium hills of old have begun to fold
colorful clothes.

Come, my beloved; Nature has been exhausted,
He eagerly waved goodbye
With a faint chant and tranquility.

WINTER

Dekatlah hither, oh friends all my life,
Dekatlah to me, and do not let a touch of Winter,
Fissure between us. Sit beside the stove,
Because nyalaan fire is the only lives this season.

Talk to me about the richness of your heart,
Much larger than the elements of nature menggelodak
Outside the door.
Palanglah stained doors and hinges,
For the outer face pressing spirits
And the sight of the snow fields
Cause tears in my soul.

Pour the oil into light, do not let it fade,
Put near your face, so that I can read in tears
What was written on your face
About the life you were with ..

Autumn Give me wine, and let's have a drink together
Chanting songs memories of the passion Flower Season
Summer and warm service, and grace
harvest of Autumn.

Dekatlah me, oh lover of my soul; cools the fire in the furnace,
Sneak flame extinguished one by one, from the ashes
Embrace me, because I was afraid of loneliness.
The lights dimmed, and the wine beverage making glazed eyes shut.
Let us look at each other, before your eyes closed.

Find me with palpation, meet me in the arms
Then let the night fog embrace our souls become one
Kecuplah me, my beloved, for Winter,
Have claimed everything, except the lips said:
You are in the embrace, oh my love Abadi,
How deep and strong deep ocean,
And how quickly the dawn ...

(From 'Dam'ah Wa Ibtisamah' -Setitis Tears hint of a smile)

Affection and Equality (Poet Kahlil Ghibran)

My friends were poor, if you know, that makes you miserable poverty that is able to explain the knowledge of Justice and the notion of Life, then you must be careful with your fate complacent.
I call the knowledge of Justice: Because the rich are too busy collecting treasures to seek knowledge. And I mentioned the notion of Life: Because of strong people too eager to pursue power and glory to the path of truth.

Cheer up, my best friend papa, because you are the mouthpiece of Justice and the Book of Life. Calm down, you karana is the source of virtue for those who rule against you, and the pillar of honesty for those who guide you.

If you realize, my best friend papa, that unfortunate happen to you in life is a force to illuminate your heart and awaken your soul from niche ridicule to the throne of honor, and you will feel satisfied careful because your experience, and you will see him as guide, and make you wise.

Life is a chain composed of many different chain. Grief is one of the gold chain between the submission of the present and future expectations. Between sleep and wakefulness, beyond dawn.

My friends were poor, Poverty fire
the majesty of the soul, whereas the luxury of showing its ugliness. Grief soften the feelings, and Suka mengubati broken hearts. When Grief and misery is eliminated, the human spirit will be a blank slate, only the luxury and greed.

Remember, THAT true that faith is a private man. Can not be exchanged for gold; can not be collected as treasures. Those who fancy often marginalize keimananan, and clinging tightly to the gold.

Young people today not to abandon your faith, and only the pursuit of self-gratification and pleasure alone. People Papa
I love, when together with his wife and son on his return from the fields is the most intimate time for the family, as a symbol of happiness for the destiny of future generations. But living people are happy bermewah-luxuries and accumulate gold, essentially like live worms in the grave. It signifies fear.

Kutangiskan tears, O friend who papa, purer than the laughter of people who want to forget, and sweeter than ridicule a scoffer. Tears cleanse the liver and germs hate, and teach men to feel the pain of a broken heart.

Seeds are kautaburkan for the rich, and will you reap later, will be back at the source, according to the Natural Law. Kausandang and grief, will be returned to joy by the will of heaven. And the next generation will learn Grief and Squalor as lessons on Love and Equality.

(From 'The Voice of the Teacher')