Chapters (25)
- Title Page
- BOOKS BY KAHLIL GIBRAN IN THIS SERIES
- Dedication
- Introduction
- AT THE GATE OF THE TEMPLE
- NIGHT SONGS
- SONGS
- I
- THE ENCHANTING SPIRIT
- SPRING
- IN A YEAR UNRECORDED IN HISTORY
- FIRST SIGHT
- THE QUEEN OF IMAGINATION
- WORDS OF LOVE
- COMMUNION
- AMONG THE RUINS
- BEFORE SUICIDE
- A SMILE AND A TEAR
- A DIALOGUE OF SPIRITS
- THE BRIDAL BEL
- IN THE NAME OF GOD, MY HEART
- WHAT IS HIDDEN IN HEARTS
- DAUGHTERS OF THE SEA
- O NIGHT
- Copyright Page
The spirit king, if he should pass, let passion
give him due praise.
Like me he is in love and will not punish love,
for he burns too!
SONGS
SONGS
In the depths of my soul there are songs unwilling to take the garb of words, songs living as seed in my heart. They will not flow with ink onto paper. Like a translucent veil, they are wrapped about emotions that can never flow sweetly on my tongue.
Yet how can I even whisper them when I fear what the particles of the æther may do to them? To whom shall I sing them when they have become accustomed to live in the house of my soul and fear the harshness of other ears?
Were you to look into my eye, you would see the image of their image. Were you to touch my fingertips, you would feel their quick movements.
The works of my hands reveal them as the lake reflects the twinkling of the stars. My tears disclose them as the mystery of the rose petal is disclosed at the moment the heat dissolves the drops of dew.
Songs spread out by silence and rolled up by noise, echoed in dreams and concealed by wakefulness.
They are songs of love, O people! What troubadour will sing them? What David shall chant these psalms?
More fragrant are they than the breaths of the jasmine flower. From what throat shall they go forth? More chaste are they than virgins. What violin will reveal them?
Who can combine the roaring of the sea and the warbling of the nightingale? Who can link the crashing thunder with the baby’s sigh? What flesh can sing the songs of the gods?
SONGS OF THE WAVE
The shore and I are lovers, drawn together by desire and pulled apart by the wind. I come from beyond the blue dusk to mix the silver of my foam with the gold of his sand. I cool the heat of his heart with my mouth. At dawn I recite the law of passion into the ears of my lover, and he gathers me to his breast. In the evening I chant the prayer of longing, and he draws near.
I am importunate and uneasy; my lover is a patient comrade, a faithful friend.
As I rise, I embrace my lover. When the ebb follows, I throw myself upon his feet.