Kahlil Gibran's The Prophet Page #2
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of your way. Don't worry.
No, no, no. We're fine.
We were just chatting.
Right, Almitra?
Chatting?
Yes, we were sailing
on the wings of the wind.
IVlmm.
That reminds me, last night
I had the sweetest dream.
I dreamt of a ship
sailing into the harbor,
coming to take me
back to my homeland.
Hmm.
Halim, you haven't today,
by any chance, seen a ship?
No,
but to tell you the truth,
I wasn't looking.
IVlmm! IVlmm!
Almitra, get down from there!
Ahhh!
Ooh!
Oh! Mustafa, I'm so sorry!
I mean, Almitra is sorry.
Oh! Here, let me...
You do it.
That must hurt so much.
No, no, no. I'm fine.
I'm fine, really.
Oh, no, no, no.
Look at your painting.
It's completely ruined.
No, no. Not at all.
In fact, it's improved.
No, no, Mustafa,
you cannot mean that.
I do, I do!
But it's so ugly.
Look at it!
Now, now, now.
I don't know
what to do.
Come and sit down. Here.
I've tried everything!
Nothing I do or say
gets through to her.
She's just completely
beyond my control.
Well, of course, she is.
What?
She doesn't belong to you.
She doesn't?
Oh, no, no, no,
no, no, Mustafa.
I remember
clearly that it was me
who brought her
into this world.
Yes, yes, that's true.
She came through you,
but not from you.
"Your children are
not your children
"They are the sons and daughters
Of Life's longing for itself"
Your children
are not your children
They're the sons and daughters
of Life 's longing for itself
They come through you
But not from you
Though they're with you,
they belong to themselves
You may give them your love,
but not your thoughts
For they have
thoughts of their own
not their souls
For their souls
dwell in a house of tomorrow
Which you cannot visit,
not even in your dreams
You may strive
To be like them
But seek not to
make them like you
For life goes not backward
Nor tarries with yesterday
You are the bows
from which your children
As living arrows
are sent forth
The archer sees the mark
upon the path of the infinite
And He bends
you with His might
That His arrows
may go swift and far
Let your bending in the
archer's hand be for gladness
For even as he
loves the arrow that flies
He loves
the bow that is stable
Let your bending in the
archer's hand be for gladness
For even as he
loves the arrow that flies
He loves
the bow that is stable
"For even as he loves
the arrow that flies
"So He loves also
the bow that is stable"
SERGEANTZ Haliml
OW! Ohh!
(DOOR cLosEs
Sergeant, to what
do I owe this honor?
I've come to inform you that you are
released from your confinement.
What? Released?
LAuGHs)
with music.
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