Khalil Gibran

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

Khalil Gibran Poems

1. A Lover's Call Xxvii 1/1/2004
2. A Tear And A Smile 3/23/2010
3. On Pain 1/1/2004
4. Beauty Xxv 1/1/2004
5. Friendship Ixx 1/1/2004
6. Children 7/8/2009
7. A Poet's Death Is His Life Iv 1/1/2004
8. Death Xxvii 1/1/2004
9. A Poet's Voice Xv 1/1/2004
10. Laughter And Tears Ix 1/1/2004
11. Freedom Xiv 1/1/2004
12. Love 7/8/2009
13. A Visit From Wisdom 3/23/2010
14. Joy And Sorrow Chapter Viii 1/1/2004
15. Good And Evil Xxii 1/1/2004
16. Marriage 7/8/2009
17. Crime And Punishment Chapter Xii 1/1/2004
18. Before The Throne Of Beauty Xxvi 1/1/2004
19. The Beauty Of Death Xiv 1/1/2004
20. God 3/23/2010
21. Giving Chapter V 1/1/2004
22. Let These Be Your Desires 3/23/2010
23. Self-Knowledge Xvii 1/1/2004
24. Reason And Passion Xv 1/1/2004
25. Leave Me, My Blamer Xiii 1/1/2004
26. Time Xxi 1/1/2004
27. The Life Of Love Xvi 1/1/2004
28. Clothes Chapter X 1/1/2004
29. Eating And Drinking Chapter Vi 1/1/2004
30. Song Of The Soul Xxii 1/1/2004
31. Song Of Love Xxiv 1/1/2004
32. Laws Xiii 1/1/2004
33. Your Children 3/24/2010
34. Yesterday And Today Xii 1/1/2004
35. Houses Chapter Ix 1/1/2004
36. Buying And Selling Chapter Xi 1/1/2004
37. Love One Another 3/23/2010
38. Song Of The Flower Xxiii 1/1/2004
39. Peace Xviii 1/1/2004
40. The Criminal V 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

Song Of Love Xxiv

I am the lover's eyes, and the spirit's
Wine, and the heart's nourishment.
I am a rose. My heart opens at dawn and
The virgin kisses me and places me
Upon her breast.


I am the house of true fortune, and the
Origin of pleasure, and the beginning

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