As the Sun withdrew his rays from the garden, and the moon threw cushioned beams upon the flowers, I sat under the trees pondering upon the phenomena of the atmosphere, looking through ...
In the stillness of night Wisdom… By my bed. She gazed upon me like… And wiped away my tears, and said:… The cry of your spirit and I am c… Open your heart to me and I shall…
You give but little when you give… It is when you give of yourself th… For what are your possessions but… And tomorrow, what shall tomorrow… And what is fear of need but need…
No man can reveal to you aught but… The teacher who walks in the shado… If he is indeed wise he does not b… The astronomer may speak to you of… The musician may sing to you of th…
The power of charity sows deep in my heart, and I reap and gather the wheat in bundles and give them to the hungry. My soul gives life to the grapevine and I press its bunches and giv...
I would not exchange the sorrows o… For the joys of the multitude. And I would not have the tears th… To flow from my every part turn in… I would that my life remain a tear…
Night fell over North Lebanon and snow was covering the villages surrounded by the Kadeesha Valley, giving the fields and prairies the appearance of a great sheet of parchment upon whic...
In a few days, loneliness overcame me; and I tired of the grim faces of books; I hired a carriage and started for the house of Farris Effandi. As I reached the pine woods where people w...
Pleasure is a freedom—song, But i… It is the blossoming of your desir… But it is not their fruit. It is a depth calling unto a heigh… But it is not space encompassed.
I am dotted silver threads dropped… By the gods. Nature then takes me… Her fields and valleys. I am beautiful pearls, plucked fro… Crown of Ishtar by the daughter o…
I was eighteen years of age when love opened my eyes with its magic rays and touched my spirit for the first time with its fiery fingers, and Selma Karamy was the first woman who awaken...
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 s...
It is when your spirit goes wander… That you, alone and unguarded, com… And for that wrong committed must… Like the ocean is your god—self; It remains for ever undefiled.
In the stillest hour of the night, as I lay half asleep, my seven selves sat together and thus conversed in whisper: First Self: Here, in this madman, I have dwelt all these years, wit...
In the depth of my soul there is A wordless song —a song that lives In the seed of my heart. It refuses to melt with ink on Parchment; it engulfs my affection