Khalil Gibran

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

Khalil Gibran Poems

1. Your Children 3/24/2010
2. Yesterday And Today Xii 1/1/2004
3. Work Chapter Vii 1/1/2004
4. War 3/24/2010
5. Vision X 1/1/2004
6. Two Wishes Xi 1/1/2004
7. Two Infants Ii 1/1/2004
8. Time Xxi 1/1/2004
9. The Wise Dog 3/23/2010
10. The Widow And Her Son Xxi 1/1/2004
11. The Two Hermits 3/23/2010
12. The Sleep-Walkers 3/23/2010
13. The Scarecrow 3/23/2010
14. The Poet Viii 1/1/2004
15. The Playground Of Life Xix 1/1/2004
16. The Palace And The Hut Xxix 1/1/2004
17. The Madman - His Parables And Poems 3/23/2010
18. The Life Of Love Xvi 1/1/2004
19. The Hymn Of Man 3/23/2010
20. The House Of Fortune Iii 1/1/2004
21. The Farewell Xxviii 1/1/2004
22. The Criminal V 1/1/2004
23. The Creation I 1/1/2004
24. The Coming Of The Ship 7/8/2009
25. The City Of The Dead Xx 1/1/2004
26. The Beauty Of Death Xiv 1/1/2004
27. Teaching Xviii 1/1/2004
28. Talking Xx 1/1/2004
29. Song Of The Wave Xvii 1/1/2004
30. Song Of The Soul Xxii 1/1/2004
31. Song Of The Rain Vii 3/23/2010
32. Song Of The Flower Xxiii 1/1/2004
33. Song Of Man Xxv 1/1/2004
34. Song Of Love Xxiv 1/1/2004
35. Song Of Fortune Vi 1/1/2004
36. Self-Knowledge Xvii 1/1/2004
37. Religion Xxvi 1/1/2004
38. Reason And Passion Xv 1/1/2004
39. Prayer Xxiii 1/1/2004
40. Pleasure Xxiv 1/1/2004
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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