Five years of Selma’s marriage passed without bringing children to strengthen the ties of spiritual relation between her and her husband and bind their repugnant souls together. A bar...
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...
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…
One day in the late part of June, as the people left the city for the mountain to avoid the heat of summer, I went as usual to the temple to meet Selma, carrying with me a little book o...
You delight in laying down laws, Yet you delight more in breaking t… Like children playing by the ocean… But while you build your sand—towe… And when you destroy them the ocea…
Upon a lonely mountain, there live… and loved one another. Now these two hermits had one eart… possession. One day an evil spirit entered int…
There in the middle of the field, by the side of a crystalline stream, I saw a bird—cage whose rods and hinges were fashioned by an expert’s hands. In one corner lay a dead bird, and in...
Of the good in you I can speak, b… For what is evil but good tortured… Verily when good is hungry it seek… You are good when you are one with… Yet when you are not one with your…
Almustafa, the chosen and the beloved, who was a dawn onto his own day, had waited twelve years in the city of Orphalese for his ship that was to return and bear him back to the isle of...
You talk when you cease to be at p… And when you can no longer dwell i… And in much of your talking, think… For thought is a bird of space, th… There are those among you who seek…
Your hearts know in silence the se… But your ears thirst for the sound… You would know in words that which… You would touch with your fingers… And it is well you should.
Your friend is your needs answered… He is your field which you sow wit… And he is your board and your fire… For you come to him with your hung… When your friend speaks his mind y…
You would measure time the measure… You would adjust your conduct and… Of time you would make a stream up… Yet the timeless in you is aware o… And knows that yesterday is but to…
The month of Nisan had nearly passed. I continued to visit the home of Farris Effendi and to meet Selma in that beautiful garden, gazing upon her beauty, marvelling at her intelligence,...
Once I said to a scarecrow, ‘You… lonely field.’ And he said, ‘The joy of scaring… never tire of it.’ Said I, after a minute of thought…