Khalil Gibran
Khalil Gibran
Kahlil Gibranwas a Lebanese-American artist, poet, and writer of the New York Pen League...
NationalityLebanese
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth6 January 1883
CityBsharri, Lebanon
CountryLebanon
soul faces foam
Seven times have I despised my soul: The sixth time when she despised the ugliness of a face, and knew not that it was one of her own masks.
greatness poverty faces
Poverty is a veil that obscures the face of greatness. An appeal is a mask covering the face of tribulation.
flower may faces
Be like a flower and turn your face to the sun.
faces mask
Death changes nothing but the mask that covers our faces.
beauty faces gazing
Beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.
flower faces sun
Be like the flower, turn your faces to the sun.
commands hold instrument knew single stood string
Once I, deemed myself a poet. But when I stood before him in Bethany I knew what is was to hold an instrument with but a single string before one who commands all instruments
filled laughter rises
And the self-same well from which your laughter rises was often-times filled with your tears.
asking country desert oasis politician
Are you a politician asking what your country can do for you, or a zealous one asking what you can do for your country? If you are the first, then you are a parasite; if the second, then you are an oasis in the desert
child green last leading line poem putting sheep
Yes, there is Nirvana; it is in leading your sheep to a green pasture, and in putting your child to sleep, and in writing the last line of your poem
forget whom
You may forget the one with whom you have laughed, but never the one with whom you have wept.
beauty light
Beauty in not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.
daily heart less miracles pain seem wonder wondrous
Could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy.
aware knows memory timeless tomorrow yesterday
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.