The Khalil Gibran Megapack. Khalil Gibran

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      THE OTHER LANGUAGE

      Three days after I was born, as I lay in my silken cradle, gazing with astonished dismay on the new world round about me, my mother spoke to the wet-nurse, saying, “How does my child?”

      And the wet-nurse answered, “He does well, Madame, I have fed him three times; and never before have I seen a babe so young yet so gay.”

      And I was indignant; and I cried, “It is not true, mother; for my bed is hard, and the milk I have sucked is bitter to my mouth, and the odour of the breast is foul in my nostrils, and I am most miserable.”

      But my mother did not understand, nor did the nurse; for the language I spoke was that of the world from which I came.

      And on the twenty-first day of my life, as I was being christened, the priest said to my mother, “You should indeed by happy, Madame, that your son was born a Christian.”

      And I was surprised,—and I said to the priest, “Then your mother in Heaven should be unhappy, for you were not born a Christian.”

      But the priest too did not understand my language.

      And after seven moons, one day a soothsayer looked at me, and he said to my mother, “Your son will be a statesman and a great leader of men.”

      But I cried out,—“That is a false prophet; for I shall be a musician, and naught but a musician shall I be.”

      But even at that age my language was not understood—and great was my astonishment.

      And after three and thirty years, during which my mother, and the nurse, and the priest have all died, (the shadow of God be upon their spirits) the soothsayer still lives. And yesterday I met him near the gates of the temple; and while we were talking together he said, “I have always known you would become a great musician. Even in your infancy I prophesied and foretold your future.”

      And I believed him—for now I too have forgotten the language of that other world.

      THE POMEGRANATE

      Once when I was living in the heart of a pomegranate, I heard a seed saying, “Someday I shall become a tree, and the wind will sing in my branches, and the sun will dance on my leaves, and I shall be strong and beautiful through all the seasons.”

      Then another seed spoke and said, “When I was as young as you, I too held such views; but now that I can weigh and measure things, I see that my hopes were vain.”

      And a third seed spoke also, “I see in us nothing that promises so great a future.”

      And a fourth said, “But what a mockery our life would be, without a greater future!”

      Said a fifth, “Why dispute what we shall be, when we know not even what we are.”

      But a sixth replied, “Whatever we are, that we shall continue to be.”

      And a seventh said, “I have such a clear idea how everything will be, but I cannot put it into words.”

      Then an eight spoke—and a ninth—and a tenth—and then many—until all were speaking, and I could distinguish nothing for the many voices.

      And so I moved that very day into the heart of a quince, where the seeds are few and almost silent.

      THE TWO CAGES

      In my father’s garden there are two cages. In one is a lion, which my father’s slaves brought from the desert of Ninavah; in the other is a songless sparrow.

      Every day at dawn the sparrow calls to the lion, “Good morrow to thee, brother prisoner.”

      THE THREE ANTS

      Three ants met on the nose of a man who was asleep in the sun. And after they had saluted one another, each according to the custom of his tribe, they stood there conversing.

      The first ant said, “These hills and plains are the most barren I have known. I have searched all day for a grain of some sort, and there is none to be found.”

      Said the second ant, “I too have found nothing, though I have visited every nook and glade. This is, I believe, what my people call the soft, moving land where nothing grows.”

      Then the third ant raised his head and said, “My friends, we are standing now on the nose of the Supreme Ant, the mighty and infinite Ant, whose body is so great that we cannot see it, whose shadow is so vast that we cannot trace it, whose voice is so loud that we cannot hear it; and He is omnipresent.”

      When the third ant spoke thus the other ants looked at each other and laughed.

      At that moment the man moved and in his sleep raised his hand and scratched his nose, and the three ants were crushed.

      THE GRAVE-DIGGER

      Once, as I was burying one of my dead selves, the grave-digger came by and said to me, “Of all those who come here to bury, you alone I like.”

      Said I, “You please me exceedingly, but why do you like me?”

      “Because,” said he, “They come weeping and go weeping—you only come laughing and go laughing.”

      ON THE STEPS OF THE TEMPLE

      Yestereve, on the marble steps of the Temple, I saw a woman sitting between two men. One side of her face was pale, the other was blushing.

      THE BLESSED CITY

      In my youth I was told that in a certain city every one lived according to the Scriptures.

      And I said, “I will seek that city and the blessedness thereof.” And it was far. And I made great provision for my journey. And after forty days I beheld the city and on the forty-first day I entered into it.

      And lo! the whole company of the inhabitants had each but a single eye and but one hand. And I was astonished and said to myself, “Shall they of this so holy city have but one eye and one hand?”

      Then I saw that they too were astonished, for they were marveling greatly at my two hands and my two eyes. And as they were speaking together I inquired of them saying, “Is this indeed the Blessed City, where each man lives according to the Scriptures?” And they said, “Yes, this is that city.”

      “And what,” said I, “hath befallen you, and where are your right eyes and your right hands?”

      And all the people were moved. And they said, “Come thou and see.”

      And they took me to the temple in the midst of the city. And in the temple I saw a heap of hands and eyes. All withered. Then said I, “Alas! what conqueror hath committed this cruelty upon you?”

      And there went a murmur amongst them. And one of their elders stood forth and said, “This doing is of ourselves. God hath made us conquerors over the evil that was in us.”

      And he led me to a high altar, and all the people followed. And he showed me above the altar an inscription graven, and I read:

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