Poems and Parables E-Book

Gibran Khalil

• Herausgeber: Legorreta
• Kategorie: Religion und Spiritualität
• Sprache: Spanisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2026

Beschreibung

"Poems and Parables by Kahlil Gibran gathers lyrical reflections and symbolic narratives that explore love, solitude, faith, suffering, and the search for spiritual truth. Blending poetry and prose, Gibran crafts short parabolic stories that illuminate the inner conflicts of the human soul and the tension between worldly experience and transcendent longing. Written in a style that combines Eastern mysticism and Western romanticism, the collection presents characters—kings, hermits, prophets, lovers—who embody universal dilemmas. Through metaphor and allegory, Gibran examines themes such as freedom, self-knowledge, compassion, and the illusion of separation. His language is musical and contemplative, inviting readers to pause and reflect rather than merely consume narrative. The parables often reveal unexpected reversals or quiet insights, suggesting that wisdom lies beyond conventional judgment. Gibran's voice moves between tenderness and prophetic intensity, offering spiritual counsel without rigid doctrine. Poems and Parables stands as a meditation on the human condition, expressing timeless questions about identity, destiny, and divine presence. The work continues to resonate with readers seeking philosophical depth expressed through poetic simplicity and emotional clarity."

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CONTENTS

The Madman. His Parables and Poems

God

My Friend

The Scarecrow

The Sleep-Walkers

The Wise Dog

The Two Hermits

On Giving and Taking

The Seven Selves

War

The Fox

The Wise King

Ambition

The New Pleasure

The Other Language

The Pomegranate

The Two Cages

The Three Ants

The Grave-Digger

On the Steps of the Temple

The Blessed City

The Good God and the Evil God

Defeat

Night and the Madman

Faces

The Greater Sea

Crucified

The Astronomer

The Great Longing

Said a Blade of Grass

The Eye

The Two Learned Men

When My Sorrow Was Born

And When my Joy was Born

The Perfect World

The Madman. His Parables and Poems

You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus: One day, long

before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all my

masks were stolen, — the seven masks I have fashioned and worn in

seven lives, — I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting,

“Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves.”

Men and women laughed at me and some ran to their houses in fear of

me.

And when I reached the market place, a youth standing on a house-top

cried, “He is a madman.” I looked up to behold him; the sun kissed my

own naked face for the first time. For the first time the sun kissed my

own naked face and my soul was inflamed with love for the sun, and I

wanted my masks no more. And as if in a trance I cried, “Blessed,

blessed are the thieves who stole my masks.”

Thus I became a madman.

And I have found both freedom of loneliness and the safety from

being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us.

But let me not be too proud of my safety. Even a Thief in a jail is safe

from another thief.

God

In the ancient days, when the first quiver of speech came to my lips, I

ascended the holy mountain and spoke unto God, saying, “Master, I am

thy slave. Thy hidden will is my law and I shall obey thee for ever

more.”

But God made no answer, and like a mighty tempest passed away.

And after a thousand years I ascended the holy mountain and again

spoke unto God, saying, “Creator, I am thy creation. Out of clay hast

thou fashioned me and to thee I owe mine all.”

And God made no answer, but like a thousand swift wings passed

away.

And after a thousand years I climbed the holy mountain and spoke

unto God again, saying, “Father, I am thy son. In pity and love thou hast

given me birth, and through love and worship I shall inherit thy

kingdom.”

And God made no answer, and like the mist that veils the distant hills

he passed away.

And after a thousand years I climbed the sacred mountain and again

spoke unto God, saying, “My God, my aim and my fulfillment; I am thy

yesterday and thou are my tomorrow. I am thy root in the earth and thou

art my flower in the sky, and together we grow before the face of the

sun.”

Then God leaned over me, and in my ears whispered words of

sweetness, and even as the sea that enfoldeth a brook that runneth down

to her, he enfolded me.

And when I descended to the valleys and the plains God was there

also.

My Friend

My friend, I am not what I seem. Seeming is but a garment I wear — a

care-woven garment that protects me from thy questionings and thee

from my negligence.

The “I” in me, my friend, dwells in the house of silence, and therein it

shall remain for ever more, unperceived, unapproachable.

I would not have thee believe in what I say nor trust in what I do —

for my words are naught but thy own thoughts in sound and my deeds

thy own hopes in action.

When thou sayest, “The wind bloweth eastward,” I say, “Aye it doth

blow eastward”; for I would not have thee know that my mind doth not

dwell upon the wind but upon the sea.

Thou canst not understand my seafaring thoughts, nor would I have

thee understand. I would be at sea alone.

When it is day with thee, my friend, it is night with me; yet even then

I speak of the noontide that dances upon the hills and of the purple

shadow that steals its way across the valley; for thou canst not hear the

songs of my darkness nor see my wings beating against the stars — and I