Khalil Gibran

(January 6, 1883 – April 10, 1931 / Bsharri)

Khalil Gibran Poems

1. Give Me The Flute 4/17/2014
2. On Friendship 12/9/2014
3. The Two Hermits 3/23/2010
4. The Scarecrow 3/23/2010
5. War 3/24/2010
6. The Wise Dog 3/23/2010
7. The Madman - His Parables And Poems 3/23/2010
8. The Hymn Of Man 3/23/2010
9. On Giving And Taking 3/23/2010
10. The Coming Of The Ship 7/8/2009
11. The Sleep-Walkers 3/23/2010
12. The House Of Fortune Iii 1/1/2004
13. Love Chapter Ii 3/29/2010
14. The Widow And Her Son Xxi 1/1/2004
15. The Poet Viii 1/1/2004
16. On Religion 3/23/2010
17. Work Chapter Vii 1/1/2004
18. Two Infants Ii 1/1/2004
19. Dead Are My People 9/5/2013
20. The Palace And The Hut Xxix 1/1/2004
21. The City Of The Dead Xx 1/1/2004
22. My Friend 3/23/2010
23. Song Of The Rain Vii 3/23/2010
24. Song Of Fortune Vi 1/1/2004
25. Pain 7/8/2009
26. Love Is A Magic Ray 3/23/2010
27. On Death 3/23/2010
28. Talking Xx 1/1/2004
29. Two Wishes Xi 1/1/2004
30. Song Of Man Xxv 1/1/2004
31. The Playground Of Life Xix 1/1/2004
32. Song Of The Wave Xvii 1/1/2004
33. Vision X 1/1/2004
34. Prayer Xxiii 1/1/2004
35. Chapter 9 - The Seven Selves 3/23/2010
36. The Creation I 1/1/2004
37. Pleasure Xxiv 1/1/2004
38. The Farewell Xxviii 1/1/2004
39. Religion Xxvi 1/1/2004
40. Love One Another 3/23/2010
Best Poem of Khalil Gibran

A Lover's Call Xxvii

Where are you, my beloved? Are you in that little
Paradise, watering the flowers who look upon you
As infants look upon the breast of their mothers?


Or are you in your chamber where the shrine of
Virtue has been placed in your honor, and upon
Which you offer my heart and soul as sacrifice?


Or amongst the books, seeking human knowledge,
While you are replete with heavenly wisdom?


Oh companion of my soul, where are you? Are you
Praying in the temple? Or calling Nature in the
Field, haven of your dreams?


Are you in the ...

Read the full of A Lover's Call Xxvii

Freedom Xiv

And an orator said, "Speak to us of Freedom."

And he answered:

At the city gate and by your fireside I have seen you prostrate yourself and worship your own freedom,

Even as slaves humble themselves before a tyrant and praise him though he slays them.

Ay, in the grove of the temple and in the shadow of the citadel I have seen the freest among you wear their freedom as a yoke and a handcuff.

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