Kahlil Gibran's The Prophet Page #4

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But make not a bond of love

"Let it rather be

a moving sea

"Between the shores

of your souls

"Fill each ether's cup

But drink not from one cup

"Give one another

of your bread

"But eat not

from the same loaf

"Sing and dance

together and be joyous

"But let each

one of you be alone

"Even as the strings

of a lute are alone

"Though they quiver

with the same music

"Give your hearts But not

into each ether's keeping

"For only the hand of Life

Can contain your hearts

"And stand together

Yet not too near together

"For the pillars of

the temple stand apart

"And the oak tree

and the cypress

"Grow not in

each ether's shadow"

- Thank you, Mustafa.

- It was lovely.

My pleasure.

IVIUSTAFAZ Ha-ha!

LAuGHs)

I said

"five minutes."

And you've taken advantage

of my generosity.

- Let's go. Now!

- Oh!

Killjy

Goodbye, everybody.

And good luck to the two of you.

And thank you, Mustafa,

for our blessing.

Again

with the kissing.

Come here.

Goodbye, Mustafa.

Goodbye!

Ah! It's a beautiful

day for sailing.

If Mustafa sets foot

on that ship, I'll eat my fez!

Take care

of yourself.

Goodbye, good people.

Goodbye!

Safe journey!

Farewell!

My cake!

I'll stick with

the baklava

Those foolish peasants.

They hang on

your every word.

After all this time, they still

see you as their great leader.

With all due respect,

Sergeant,

they're neither

foolish nor peasants.

And I'm no leader.

What, then?

A teacher?

What is a teacher?

He can only lead you to the

threshold of your own mind.

We all stand alone in our

understanding, Sergeant.

You and I.

You hear that, Mustafa?

That's who the people are.

Sheep, waiting to be

led by the strongest...

OW!

GRoANs)

Are you, uh,

all right, sir?

Who did that?

Hmm?

Well, Sergeant,

I suppose even the sheep have

the last word, sometimes.

Whoa!

Good boy.

Well,

ldid

Huh? Huh! Oh!

Huh?

Oh!

YOU see?

Mustafa?

MANI lt'S him.

Hurry.

Mustafa?

Mustafa.

Ooh!

Oh!

Ugh

GIGcaLEs

Oh!

Oh! HO! HO!

- Oh, my!

- Are you okay?

That was a close one.

It's all right, it's all right, I...

Oh, I am fine, thanks.

Welcome back.

Good to see you again.

- How's your wife?

- We missed you.

GIGcaLEs

How

are the children?

So big now you

wouldn't recognize them.

That's terrific.

So glad you're back.

Yes, yes, yes.

We're all pleased as punch

to see Mustafa again.

But it's time to get back to

whatever it is you people do.

That's right, Gramps

Your olives aren't going to

press themselves, are they?

You've important work to do.

Oh, no, sir.

His words are worth more

than my sacks of olives.

Nonsense, my friend.

Oh! It's true, Mustafa.

I don't know how

I could have

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