Excerpt from The Prophet by Kahill Gabran (1883-1931)

 

On Love

 

  Then said Almitra, Speak to us of Love.

  And he raided his head and looked upon

the people, and there fell a stillness upon them.

  And with a great voice he said:

  When love beckons to you follow him,

though his ways are hard and steep.

  And when his wings enfold you yield to him,

though the sword hidden among his pinions

may wound you.

  And when he speaks to you believe in him,

though his voice may shatter your dreams as

the north wind lays waste the garden.

  For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you.

  Even as he is for your growth so is he for

your pruning.

  Even as he ascents to your height and

caresses you tenderest branches that quiver in

the sun,

  So shall he descend to your roots and shake

them in their clinging to the earth.

  Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.

  He threshes you to make you naked.

  He sifts you to free you from your husks.

  He grinds you to whiteness.

  He kneads you until you are plaint;

  And then he assigns you to his sacred fire,

that you may become a fragment of Life’s heart.

  But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace

and love’s pleasure,

  Then it is better for you that you cover your

nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing floor,

into the seasonless world where you shall

laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep,

but not all of your tears.

  Love gives naught but itself and takes naught

but from itself.

  Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;

  For love is sufficient unto love.

  When you love you should not say, “God is

in my heart,” but rather, “I am in the heart of

God.”

  And think not you can direct the course of love,

for love, if it foinds you worthy, directs your

course.

  Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.

  But if you love and must needs have desires,

let these be your desires:

  To melt and be like a running brook that sings

its melody to the night.

  To know the pain of too much tenderness.

  To be wounded by you own understanding

of love;

  And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

  To wake at dawn with a winged heart and

give thanks for another day of loving;

  To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s

ecstasy;

  To return home at eventide with gratitude;

  And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved

in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.