Death Poems: The Beauty Of Death Xiv - Poem by Khalil Gibran

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The Beauty Of Death Xiv - Poem by Khalil Gibran

Part One - The Calling


Let me sleep, for my soul is intoxicated with love and
Let me rest, for my spirit has had its bounty of days and nights;
Light the candles and burn the incense around my bed, and
Scatter leaves of jasmine and roses over my body;
Embalm my hair with frankincense and sprinkle my feet with perfume,
And read what the hand of Death has written on my forehead.


Let me rest in the arms of Slumber, for my open eyes are tired;
Let the silver-stringed lyre quiver and soothe my spirit;
Weave from the harp and lute a veil around my withering heart.


Sing of the past as you behold the dawn of hope in my eyes, for
It's magic meaning is a soft bed upon which my heart rests.


Dry your tears, my friends, and raise your heads as the flowers
Raise their crowns to greet the dawn.
Look at the bride of Death standing like a column of light
Between my bed and the infinite;
Hold your breath and listen with me to the beckoning rustle of
Her white wings.


Come close and bid me farewell; touch my eyes with smiling lips.
Let the children grasp my hands with soft and rosy fingers;
Let the ages place their veined hands upon my head and bless me;
Let the virgins come close and see the shadow of God in my eyes,
And hear the echo of His will racing with my breath.



Part Two - The Ascending


I have passed a mountain peak and my soul is soaring in the
Firmament of complete and unbound freedom;
I am far, far away, my companions, and the clouds are
Hiding the hills from my eyes.
The valleys are becoming flooded with an ocean of silence, and the
Hands of oblivion are engulfing the roads and the houses;
The prairies and fields are disappearing behind a white specter
That looks like the spring cloud, yellow as the candlelight
And red as the twilight.


The songs of the waves and the hymns of the streams
Are scattered, and the voices of the throngs reduced to silence;
And I can hear naught but the music of Eternity
In exact harmony with the spirit's desires.
I am cloaked in full whiteness;
I am in comfort; I am in peace.



Part Three - The Remains


Unwrap me from this white linen shroud and clothe me
With leaves of jasmine and lilies;
Take my body from the ivory casket and let it rest
Upon pillows of orange blossoms.
Lament me not, but sing songs of youth and joy;
Shed not tears upon me, but sing of harvest and the winepress;
Utter no sigh of agony, but draw upon my face with your
Finger the symbol of Love and Joy.
Disturb not the air's tranquility with chanting and requiems,
But let your hearts sing with me the song of Eternal Life;
Mourn me not with apparel of black,
But dress in color and rejoice with me;
Talk not of my departure with sighs in your hearts; close
Your eyes and you will see me with you forevermore.


Place me upon clusters of leaves and
Carry my upon your friendly shoulders and
Walk slowly to the deserted forest.
Take me not to the crowded burying ground lest my slumber
Be disrupted by the rattling of bones and skulls.
Carry me to the cypress woods and dig my grave where violets
And poppies grow not in the other's shadow;
Let my grave be deep so that the flood will not
Carry my bones to the open valley;
Let my grace be wide, so that the twilight shadows
Will come and sit by me.


Take from me all earthly raiment and place me deep in my
Mother Earth; and place me with care upon my mother's breast.
Cover me with soft earth, and let each handful be mixed
With seeds of jasmine, lilies and myrtle; and when they
Grow above me, and thrive on my body's element they will
Breathe the fragrance of my heart into space;
And reveal even to the sun the secret of my peace;
And sail with the breeze and comfort the wayfarer.


Leave me then, friends - leave me and depart on mute feet,
As the silence walks in the deserted valley;
Leave me to God and disperse yourselves slowly, as the almond
And apple blossoms disperse under the vibration of Nisan's breeze.
Go back to the joy of your dwellings and you will find there
That which Death cannot remove from you and me.
Leave with place, for what you see here is far away in meaning
From the earthly world. Leave me.


Comments about The Beauty Of Death Xiv by Khalil Gibran

  • Rookie Janice H (8/19/2019 5:29:00 AM)

    This was read at my husband's burial and it helped a little to fill the void he has left in my world. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Rebecca (5/28/2019 1:35:00 PM)

    does anyone know what type of poem this is? sonnet, lyric, etc...? (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 9,938 Points Castellenas John (5/28/2019 1:21:00 AM)

    Thank you Khalil for your heartfelt poetry. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Alagappan (6/3/2018 10:00:00 PM)

    Really its touched my soul. Its great so much. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Susie Aboulhosn (12/18/2017 9:44:00 PM)

    My mother passed away a few days ago and this poem is so powerful and comforting to me. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Obbie O (4/26/2017 3:54:00 AM)

    simply amazing (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Vanedda Jajuan (3/2/2017 9:43:00 PM)

    This is so beautiful. I was crying while reading this remembering my late little brother who has gone seventeen years ago.

    Talk not of my departure with sighs in your hearts; close
    Your eyes and you will see me with you forevermore.
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    Rookie Ned Rodgers (8/11/2018 1:40:00 PM)

    My thoughts, too. I also cried. So many of my loved ones are gone, and I will soon join them.

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,552 Points Nayanika Dey (1/25/2017 6:34:00 AM)

    Amazing poem. The feelings are so intense. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 150,715 Points Bharati Nayak (7/26/2016 12:08:00 AM)

    A poem on death, so exquisitely penned ! Death seen as a dawn and a new beginning! Oh Great poet, remain blessed in your sleep! (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 109,063 Points Ratnakar Mandlik (7/25/2016 10:46:00 PM)

    Great poem reflecting realization of the rhythm of life by the poet as also the fact that birth and death are the two most important events in a man's life and both must be celebrated with equal sincerity. Thanks for sharing it here. (Report) Reply

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