Khalil Gibran

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

Khalil Gibran Poems

1. The Greater Self 7/6/2015
2. Give Me The Flute 4/17/2014
3. On Friendship 12/9/2014
4. The Scarecrow 3/23/2010
5. The Two Hermits 3/23/2010
6. The Madman - His Parables And Poems 3/23/2010
7. The Hymn Of Man 3/23/2010
8. War 3/24/2010
9. The Wise Dog 3/23/2010
10. The Sleep-Walkers 3/23/2010
11. The Coming Of The Ship 7/8/2009
12. On Giving And Taking 3/23/2010
13. On Religion 3/23/2010
14. Song Of Fortune Vi 1/1/2004
15. Love Chapter Ii 3/29/2010
16. The Widow And Her Son Xxi 1/1/2004
17. Song Of The Rain Vii 3/23/2010
18. Pain 7/8/2009
19. The Poet Viii 1/1/2004
20. The City Of The Dead Xx 1/1/2004
21. The House Of Fortune Iii 1/1/2004
22. Talking Xx 1/1/2004
23. Prayer Xxiii 1/1/2004
24. Work Chapter Vii 1/1/2004
25. The Farewell Xxviii 1/1/2004
26. Dead Are My People 9/5/2013
27. Song Of Man Xxv 1/1/2004
28. Religion Xxvi 1/1/2004
29. Pleasure Xxiv 1/1/2004
30. Two Infants Ii 1/1/2004
31. Love Is A Magic Ray 3/23/2010
32. The Criminal V 1/1/2004
33. Chapter 9 - The Seven Selves 3/23/2010
34. The Palace And The Hut Xxix 1/1/2004
35. Vision X 1/1/2004
36. The Creation I 1/1/2004
37. The Playground Of Life Xix 1/1/2004
38. Song Of The Soul Xxii 1/1/2004
39. Your Children 3/24/2010
40. Yesterday And Today Xii 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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