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A Project Gutenberg of Australia eBookTitle: The ProphetAuthor: Kahlil GibraneBook No.: 0200061.txtEdition: 1Language: EnglishCharacter set encoding: ASCIIDate first posted: January 2002Date most recently updated: January 2002This eBook was produced by: Col Choat colc@gutenberg.net.auProduction notes: NilProject Gutenberg of Australia eBooks are created from printed editionswhich are in the public domain in Australia, unless a copyright noticeis included. We do NOT keep any eBooks in compliance with a particular paper edition.Copyright laws are changing all over the world. Be sure to check thecopyright laws for your country before downloading or redistributing thisor any other Project Gutenberg file.To contact Project Gutenberg of Australia go to http://gutenberg.net.auFurther information on contacting Project Gutenberg, the"legal small print" and other information about this eBook may be foundat the end of this file.** Welcome To The World of Free Plain Vanilla Electronic Books **** eBooks Readable By Both Humans and By Computers, Since 1971 ******* These eBooks Are Prepared By Thousands of Volunteers! *****-----------------------------------------------------------------A Project Gutenberg of Australia eBook
The Prophet
by
Kahlil Gibran
CONTENTS
THE COMING OF THE SHIPON LOVEON MARRIAGEON CHILDRENON GIVINGON EATING AND DRINKINGON WORKON JOY AND SORROWON HOUSESON CLOTHESON BUYING AND SELLINGON CRIME AND PUNISHMENTON LAWSON FREEDOMON REASON AND PASSIONON PAINON SELF-KNOWLEDGEON TEACHINGON FRIENDSHIPON TALKINGON TIMEON GOOD AND EVILON PRAYERON PLEASUREON BEAUTYON RELIGIONON DEATHTHE FAREWELL
THE COMING OF THE SHIPALMUSTAFA, the chosen and the beloved, who was a dawn unto his ownday,had waited twelve years in the city of Orphalese for his shipthat was to return and bear him back to the isle of his birth.And in the twelfth year, on the seventh day of Ielool, the monthof reaping, he climbed the hill without the city walls and looked seaward;and he beheld his ship coming with the mist.Then the gates of his heart were flung open, and his joy flew far over the sea. And he closed his eyes and prayed in the silences of his soul.BUT as he descended the hill, a sadness came upon him, and he thoughtin his heart:How shall I go in peace and without sorrow? Nay,not without a wound in the spirit shall I leave this city.Long were the days of pain I have spent within its walls, and longwere the nights of aloneness; and who can depart from his painand his aloneness without regret?Too many fragments of the spirit have I scattered in these streets,and too many are the children of my longing that walk nakedamong these hills, and I cannot withdraw from them without a burdenand an ache.It is not a garment I cast off this day, but a skin that I tear with my own hands.Nor is it a thought I leave behind me, but a heart made sweetwith hunger and with thirst.YET I cannot tarry longer.The sea that calls all things unto her calls me, and I must embark.For to stay, though the hours burn in the night, is to freezeand crystallize and be bound in a mould.
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