Khalil Gibran

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

Khalil Gibran Poems

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

Friendship Ixx

And a youth said, "Speak to us of Friendship."

Your friend is your needs answered.

He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.

And he is your board and your fireside.

For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.

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