Collection Khalil Gibran - جبران خليل جبران

yasi63 · 04-08-09, 16:08

Khalil Gibran - جبران خليل جبران

Khalil Gibran (born Gibrān Khalīl Gibrān bin Mikhā'īl bin Sa'ad; Arabic جبران خليل جبران بن ميکائيل بن سعد), (January 6, 1883 – April 10, 1931) was a Lebanese American artist, poet, and writer. Born in the town of Bsharri in modern-day Lebanon (then part of Ottoman Syria), as a young man he emigrated with his family to the United States where he studied art and began his literary career. He is chiefly known for his 1923 book The Prophet, a series of philosophical essays written in English prose. An early example of Inspirational fiction, the book sold well despite a cool critical reception, and became extremely popular in 1960s counterculture.

(man shakhsan in sha'er o nevisandaro kheyli doost daram, neveshtehash kheyli be del mishinand... omidvaram shayad chand nafar ham az in she'r-ha khosheshoon biyad)

edit: har kassi ke be khalil gibran alaghemande va neveshteyi, ya quote-i az ishoon dare ke khoshesh miyad, khoshhal misham hamkari kone

yasi63 · 04-08-09, 16:11

LOVE

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, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

Love has no other desire but to fulfill 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.

yasi63 · 04-08-09, 16:16

"Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh, and the greatness which does not bow before children."

"A friend who is far away is sometimes much nearer than one who is at hand. Is not the mountain far more awe-inspiring and more clearly visible to one passing through the valley than to those who inhabit the mountain?"

"And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation."

yasi63 · 04-08-09, 16:30

JOY AND SORROW

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Some of you say, "Joy is greater thar sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits, alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.

yasi63 · 04-08-09, 17:04

"The optimist sees the rose and not its thorns; the pessimist stares at the thorns, oblivious of the rose."

"I have learnt silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet strange, I am ungrateful to these teachers."

"If you reveal your secrets to the wind you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees."

"To understand the heart and mind of a person, look not at what he has already achieved, but at what he aspires to do."

"Say not, 'I have found the truth,' but rather, 'I have found a truth.'"

yasi63 · 07-08-09, 16:44

TIME

You would measure time the measureless and the immeasurable.
You would adjust your conduct and even direct the course of your spirit according to hours and seasons.
Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing.

Yet the timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness,
And knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream.
And that that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space.
Who among you does not feel that his power to love is boundless?
And yet who does not feel that very love, though boundless, encompassed within the centre of his being, and moving not from love thought to love thought, nor from love deeds to other love deeds?
And is not time even as love is, undivided and spaceless?

But if in your thought you must measure time into seasons, let each season encircle all the other seasons,
And let today embrace the past with remembrance and the future with longing.

yasi63 · 21-09-09, 17:15

"Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity."

"But let there be spaces in your togetherness and let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls."

"Yesterday is but today's memory, and tomorrow is today's dream."

"Faith is an oasis in the heart which will never be reached by the caravan of thinking."

"In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed."

Ghazaldoost · 22-09-09, 04:31

دوست خوب و گرامی ،

این لینک نمی دونم باز بشه یا نه ولی اگه بشه خوبی که داره اینه که بخشی از گفته هاش رو به فارسی میشه خوند ، بخصوص این قسمتش رو دوست دارم که میگه :

در نوشته‌های جبران خلیل، شخص او غایب است. شما او را در نوشته‌هایش نمی‌یابید. رمز زیبایی کارهای او نیز در همین نکته نهفته است. او به جهان فرصت داده بود تا از نوک قلم او جاری شود و او تنها واسطه‌ی این سیلان و جریان باشد. او همچون نی بر لبان آن حقیقت بی صورت و بی مرز جای گرفته بود تا آن نایی بی منتها بتواند نفس خویش را در آن دمیده و زیباترین نغمه ها را به وجود آورد.

صد سال تنهايی: گزیده ‌گویی‌هایی از جبران خلیل جبران درباره‌ی عشق

yasi63 · 22-09-09, 19:40

	Quote: Originally Posted by Ghazaldoost
	دوست خوب و گرامی ، این لینک نمی دونم باز بشه یا نه ولی اگه بشه خوبی که داره اینه که بخشی از گفته هاش رو به فارسی میشه خوند ، بخصوص این قسمتش رو دوست دارم که میگه : در نوشته‌های جبران خلیل، شخص او غایب است. شما او را در نوشته‌هایش نمی‌یابید. رمز زیبایی کارهای او نیز در همین نکته نهفته است. او به جهان فرصت داده بود تا از نوک قلم او جاری شود و او تنها واسطه‌ی این سیلان و جریان باشد. او همچون نی بر لبان آن حقیقت بی صورت و بی مرز جای گرفته بود تا آن نایی بی منتها بتواند نفس خویش را در آن دمیده و زیباترین نغمه ها را به وجود آورد. صد سال تنهايی: گزیده ‌گویی‌هایی از جبران خلیل جبران درباره‌ی عشق

dooste aziz, besiar mamnoon az in link va neveshteye shoma. in linko man nadashtam. ta behal chizi ro be zabane farsi peyda nakarde boodam

vaghean hamine ke neveshtid... motshakeram az hamkariye shoma

ye negahi ham be inja bendazid age doost dashtid: http://www.persianhub.org/poets-poem...ml#post1606478

04-08-09, 16:08	#1 (permalink)
yasi63 Emperor Join Date: Oct 2007 Posts: 1,162 Credits: 5,843 Thanks: 1,536 Thanked 902 Times in 478 Posts	Khalil Gibran - جبران خليل جبران Khalil Gibran - جبران خليل جبران Khalil Gibran (born Gibrān Khalīl Gibrān bin Mikhā'īl bin Sa'ad; Arabic جبران خليل جبران بن ميکائيل بن سعد), (January 6, 1883 – April 10, 1931) was a Lebanese American artist, poet, and writer. Born in the town of Bsharri in modern-day Lebanon (then part of Ottoman Syria), as a young man he emigrated with his family to the United States where he studied art and began his literary career. He is chiefly known for his 1923 book The Prophet, a series of philosophical essays written in English prose. An early example of Inspirational fiction, the book sold well despite a cool critical reception, and became extremely popular in 1960s counterculture. (man shakhsan in sha'er o nevisandaro kheyli doost daram, neveshtehash kheyli be del mishinand... omidvaram shayad chand nafar ham az in she'r-ha khosheshoon biyad) edit: har kassi ke be khalil gibran alaghemande va neveshteyi, ya quote-i az ishoon dare ke khoshesh miyad, khoshhal misham hamkari kone Last edited by yasi63; 07-08-09 at 17:51.

04-08-09, 16:16	#3 (permalink)
yasi63 Emperor Join Date: Oct 2007 Posts: 1,162 Credits: 5,843 Thanks: 1,536 Thanked 902 Times in 478 Posts	"Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh, and the greatness which does not bow before children." "A friend who is far away is sometimes much nearer than one who is at hand. Is not the mountain far more awe-inspiring and more clearly visible to one passing through the valley than to those who inhabit the mountain?" "And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation." Last edited by yasi63; 04-08-09 at 16:20.

07-08-09, 16:44	#6 (permalink)
yasi63 Emperor Join Date: Oct 2007 Posts: 1,162 Credits: 5,843 Thanks: 1,536 Thanked 902 Times in 478 Posts	TIME You would measure time the measureless and the immeasurable. You would adjust your conduct and even direct the course of your spirit according to hours and seasons. Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing. Yet the timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness, And knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream. And that that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space. Who among you does not feel that his power to love is boundless? And yet who does not feel that very love, though boundless, encompassed within the centre of his being, and moving not from love thought to love thought, nor from love deeds to other love deeds? And is not time even as love is, undivided and spaceless? But if in your thought you must measure time into seasons, let each season encircle all the other seasons, And let today embrace the past with remembrance and the future with longing. __________________ - Niyaz -

22-09-09, 04:31	#8 (permalink)
Ghazaldoost Lord Join Date: May 2009 Location: France Posts: 424 Credits: 1,931 Thanks: 670 Thanked 427 Times in 226 Posts	دوست خوب و گرامی ، این لینک نمی دونم باز بشه یا نه ولی اگه بشه خوبی که داره اینه که بخشی از گفته هاش رو به فارسی میشه خوند ، بخصوص این قسمتش رو دوست دارم که میگه : در نوشته‌های جبران خلیل، شخص او غایب است. شما او را در نوشته‌هایش نمی‌یابید. رمز زیبایی کارهای او نیز در همین نکته نهفته است. او به جهان فرصت داده بود تا از نوک قلم او جاری شود و او تنها واسطه‌ی این سیلان و جریان باشد. او همچون نی بر لبان آن حقیقت بی صورت و بی مرز جای گرفته بود تا آن نایی بی منتها بتواند نفس خویش را در آن دمیده و زیباترین نغمه ها را به وجود آورد. صد سال تنهايی: گزیده ‌گویی‌هایی از جبران خلیل جبران درباره‌ی عشق __________________ http://www.amnesty.org/en بر سر نیزه ها می توان چند صباحی تکیه کرد ولی بر آنان نمی توان نشست ! ــ ژرژ بنجامین کلمانسو

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yasi63 Emperor Join Date: Oct 2007 Posts: 1,162 Credits: 5,843 Thanks: 1,536 Thanked 902 Times in 478 Posts	LOVE 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, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Love has no other desire but to fulfill 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.

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yasi63 Emperor Join Date: Oct 2007 Posts: 1,162 Credits: 5,843 Thanks: 1,536 Thanked 902 Times in 478 Posts	JOY AND SORROW Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven? And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives? When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. Some of you say, "Joy is greater thar sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater." But I say unto you, they are inseparable. Together they come, and when one sits, alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed. Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy. Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced. When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.

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yasi63 Emperor Join Date: Oct 2007 Posts: 1,162 Credits: 5,843 Thanks: 1,536 Thanked 902 Times in 478 Posts	"The optimist sees the rose and not its thorns; the pessimist stares at the thorns, oblivious of the rose." "I have learnt silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet strange, I am ungrateful to these teachers." "If you reveal your secrets to the wind you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees." "To understand the heart and mind of a person, look not at what he has already achieved, but at what he aspires to do." "Say not, 'I have found the truth,' but rather, 'I have found a truth.'"

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