KHALIL GIBRAN

Buenos Aires. 1977. Ediciones Tiempo. 8º. 121 p. Rústica editorial . Religión, . . .

Rústica. Nuevo. 126 pg. Clásicos Universales. Colección Fontana. Literatura extranjera. Espiritualidad. Esoterismo. Misticismo. Metafísica

The Prophet", Gibran's best known work, beloved by millions, has been translated into over forty languages.

Sheik Abbas was looked upon as a prince by the people of a solitary village in North Lebanon. His mansion stood in the midst of those poor villagers' huts like a healthy giant amidst the sickly dwarfs. He lived amid luxury while they pursued an existence of penury. They obeyed him and bowed reverently before him as he spoke to them. It seemed as...

Your Lebanon is an arena for men from the West and men from the East. My Lebanon is a flock of birds fluttering in the early morning as shepherds lead their sheep into the meadows and rising in the evening as farmers return from their fields and vineyards. You have your Lebanon and its people. I have my Lebanon and its people. Yours are those wh...

Kahlil Gibran (full Arabic name Gibran Khalil Gibran with the more standard spelling Khalil;[a] Arabic: Jubran Khalil Jubran or Jibran Khalil Jibran;) (January 6, 1883 April 10, 1931) was a Lebanese-American artist, poet, and writer. Born in the town of Bsharri in the north of modern-day Lebanon (then part of Ottoman Mount Lebanon), as a young ...

Almustafa, the chosen and the beloved, who was a noon unto his own day, returned to the isle of his birth in the month of Tichreen, which is the month of remembrance. And as his ship approached the harbour, he stood upon its prow, and his mariners were about him. And there was a homecoming in his heart. And he spoke, and the sea was in his voice...

I met him at the crossroads, a man with but a cloak and a staff, and a veil of pain upon his face. And we greeted one another, and I said to him, ""Come to my house and be my guest."" And he came. My wife and my children met us at the threshold, and he smiled at them, and they loved his coming. Then we all sat together at the board and we were h...

When the night of the twelfth aeon fell, And silence, the high tide of night, swallowed the hills, The three earth-born gods, the Master Titans of life, Appeared upon the mountains. Rivers ran about their feet; The mist floated across their breasts, And their heads rose in majesty above the world. Then they spoke, and like distant thunder Their ...