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Khalil Gibran Love Chapter Ii - Poem by Khalil Gibran Then said Almitra, 'Speak to us of Love.' And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said: When love beckons to you follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth. Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself. He threshes you to make you naked. He sifts you to free you from your husks. He grinds you to whiteness. He kneads you until you are pliant; And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast. All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart. But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure, Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor, Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. When you love you should not say, 'God is in my heart,' but rather, I am in the heart of God.' And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself. But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving; To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy; To return home at eventide with gratitude; And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips. Comments about Love Chapter Ii by Khalil Gibran Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Khalil Gibran's Other Poems Famous Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou Still I Rise Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe Caged Bird Maya Angelou If Rudyard Kipling Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Robert Frost A Dream Within A Dream Edgar Allan Poe
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napravljeno: Petak, 13. Avgust 2010 Vreme 14:24. izmenjeno: Petak, 13. Avgust 2010 Vreme 15:46. Kad te ljubav zove, slijedi je, Premda su joj putovi strmi. A kad vas krila njena ponesu, predajte joj se, Premda vas mač skriven u njezinim perima može raniti. A kad vam govori, vjerujte joj, Premda nezin glas može razdrmati vaše snove kao što sjeverac pustoši perivoj. Jer, kao što vas ljubav kruni, tako će vas i razapeti. Jer, koliko vam pomaže da rastete, toliko vas i potkresava. Kao što se uspinje na vašu visinu i draga vam najnježnije grane što dršću na suncu, Tako će vam sići u korijenje i protresti ih dok prianjaju uza zemlju. Poput snopova žita ona vas u se skuplja. Ona vas mlati da bi vas razgolitila. Ona vas sije da bi vas vaše lupine oslobodila. Ona vas melje dok ne pobijelite. Ona vas mijesi dok gipki ne budete, A onda vas meće na svoj sveti oganj, da postanete sveti kruh za Božji sveti pir. Sve će vam ovo ljubav učiniti kako biste doznali tajne svojega srca i da biste po tom znanju postali komadić srca samoga Života. Ali, ako u svojem strahu budete tražili samo ljubavni mir i ljubavni užitak, Bolje vam je da pokrijete golotinju svoju i da odete s gumna ljubavi, U svijet bez godišnjih doba, gdje ćete se smijati, ali ne punim smijehom, i gdje ćete plakati, ali ne svim svojim suzama. Ljubav ne daje ništa osim sebe i ne uzima ništa osim sebe. Ljubav nema ništa niti se ona može imati; Jer, ljubav je dovoljna ljubavi. Kad ljubite, ne valja da kažete: «Bog mi je u srcu», nego radije: «Ja sam u Božjem srcu.» I ne mislite da možete upravljati putem ljubavi, jer ljubav, vidi li da ste vrijedni toga, upravlja vašim putem. Ljubav ne čezne ni za čim drugim do za tim da se sama ispuni. Ali, ako ljubite i svakako morate imati želja, neka vam ovo budu želje: Rastopiti se i biti poput žuborna potoka koji pjeva svoju pjesmu noći. Upoznati bol od prevelike nježnosti. Biti ranjen vlastitim razumijevanjem ljubavi; I krvariti s veseljem i radosno. Probuditi se zorom krilata srca i zahvaliti za još jedan dan ljubavi; Smiriti se o podnevnoj uri i razmatrati ljubavni zanos; Vratiti se večeri kući sa zahvalnošću; I onda zaspati s molitvom za ljubljeno u srcu i s pjesmom zahvalnicom na usnama. Kahlil Gibran Hvala ti, tvoj glas je uračunat. Dao/la si [user_vote] poena, pošto je tvoja aktivnost na sajtu[user_activity]% Što je veća tvoj aktivnost više poena možeš da daš. Više informacija o tvojoj aktivnosti na stranici aktivnosti » Napiši komentar: