先知国_纪伯伦_-第4章
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The Garden Of The Prophet （1）
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the garden of the prophet （1）
almustafa； the chosen and the beloved； who was a noon unto his own day； returned to the isle of his birth in the month of tichreen； which is the month of remembrance。
and as his ship approached the harbour； he stood upon its prow； and his mariners were about him。 and there was a homeing in his heart。
and he spoke； and the sea was in his voice； and he said： 〃behold； the isle of our birth。 even here the earth heaved us； a song and a riddle； a song unto the sky； a riddle unto the earth； and what is there between earth and sky that shall carry the song and solve the riddle save our own passion？
〃the sea yields us once more to these shores。 we are but another wave of her waves。 she sends us forth to sound her speech； but how shall we do so unless we break the symmetry of our heart on rock and sand？
〃for this is the law of mariners and the sea： if you would freedom； you must needs turn to mist。 the formless is for ever seeking form； even as the countless nebulae would bee suns and moons； and we who have sought much and return now to this isle； rigid moulds； we must bee mist once more and learn of the beginning。 and what is there that shall live and rise unto the heights except it be broken unto passion and freedom？
〃for ever shall we be in quest of the shores； that we may sing and be heard。 but what of the wave that breaks where no ear shall hear？ it is the unheard in us that nurses our deeper sorrow。 yet it is also the unheard which carves our soul to form and fashion our destiny。〃
then one of his mariners came forth and said： 〃master； you have captained our longing for this harbour； and behold； we have e。 yet you speak of sorrow； and of hearts that shall be broken。〃
and he answered him and said： 〃did i not speak of freedom； and of the mist which is our greater freedom？ yet it is in pain i make pilgrimage to the isle where i was born； even like unto a ghost of one slain e to kneel before those who have slain him。〃
and another mariner spoke and said： 〃behold； the multitudes on the sea…wall。 in their silence they have foretold even the day and the hour of your ing； and they have gathered from their fields and vineyards in their loving need； to await you。〃
and almustafa looked afar upon the multitudes； and his heart was mindful of their yearning； and he was silent。
then a cry came from the people； and it was a cry of remembrance and of entreaty。
and he looked upon his mariners and said： 〃and what have i brought them？ a hunter was i； in a distant land。 with aim and might i have spent the golden arrows they gave me； but i have brought down no game。 i followed not the arrows。 mayhap they are spreading now in the sun with the pinions of wounded eagles that would not fall to the earth。 and mayhap the arrow…heads have fallen into the hands of those who had need of them for bread and wine。
〃i know not where they have spent their flight； but this i know： they have made their curve in the sky。
〃even so； loves hand is still upon me； and you； my mariners； still sail my vision； and i shall not be dumb。 i shall cry out when the hand of the seasons is upon my throat； and i shall sing my words when my lips are burned with flames。〃
and they were troubled in their hearts because he spoke of these things。 and one said： 〃master； teach us all； and mayhap because your blood flows in our veins； and our breath is of your fragrance； we shall understand。〃
the he answered them； and the wind was in his voice； and he said： 〃brought you me to the isle of my birth to be a teacher？ not yet have i been caged by wisdom。 too young am i and too verdant to speak of aught but self； which is for ever the deep calling upon the deep。
〃let him who would have wisdom seek it in the buttercup or in a pinch of red clay。 i am still the singer。 still i shall sing the earth； and i shall sing your lost dreaming that walks the day between sleep and sleep。 but i shall gaze upon the sea。〃
and now the ship entered the harbour and reached the sea…wall； and he came thus to the isle of his birth and stood once more amongst his own people。 and a great cry arose from their hearts so that the loneliness of his home…ing was shaken within him。
and they were silent awaiting his word； but he answered them not； for the sadness of memory was upon him； and he said in his heart： 〃have i said that i shall sing？ nay； i can but open my lips that the voice of life may e forth and go out to the wind for joy and support。〃
then karima； she who had played with him； a child； in the garden of his mother； spoke and said： 〃twelve years have you hidden your face from us； and for twelve years have we hungered and thirsted for your voice。〃
and he looked upon her with exceeding tenderness； for it was she who had closed the eyes of his mother when the white wings of death had gathered her。
and he answered and said： 〃twelve years？ said you twelve years； karima？ i measured not my longing with the starry rod； nor did i sound the depth thereof。 for love when love is homesick exhausts times measurements and times soundings。
〃there are moments that hold aeons of separation。 yet parting is naught but an exhaustion of the mind。 perhaps we have not parted。〃
and almustafa looked upon the people； and he saw them all； the youth and the aged； the stalwart and the puny； those who were ruddy with the touch of wind and sun； and those who were of pallid countenance； and upon their face a light of longing and of questioning。 and one spoke and said： 〃master； life has dealt bitterly with our hopes and our desires。 our hearts are troubled； and we do not understand。 i pray you； fort us； and open to us the meanings of our sorrows。〃
and his heart was moved with passion； and he said： 〃life is older than all things living； even as beauty was winged ere the beautiful was born on earth； and even as truth was truth ere it was uttered。
〃life sings in our silences； and dreams in our slumber。 even when we are beaten and low； life is enthroned and high。 and when we weep； life smiles upon the day； and is free even when we drag our chains。
〃oftentimes we call life bitter names； but only when we ourselves are bitter and dark。 and we deem her empty and unprofitable； but only when the soul goes wandering in desolate places； and the heart is drunken with over…mindfulness of self。
〃life is deep and high and distant； and though only your vast vision can reach even her feet； yet she is near； and though only the breath of your breath reaches her heart； the shadow of your shadow crosses her face； and the echo of your faintest cry bees a spring and an autumn in her breast。
〃and life is veiled and hidden； even as your greater self is hidden and veiled。 yet when life speaks； all the winds bee words； and when she speaks again； the smiles upon your lips and the tears in your eyes turn also into words。 when she sings； the deaf hear and are held； and when she es walking； the sightless behold her and are amazed and follow her in wonder and astonishment。〃
and he ceased from speaking； and a vast silence enfolded the people； and in the silence there was an unheard song； and they were forted of their loneliness and their aching。
and he left them straightway and followed the path which led to his garden； which was the garden of his mother and his father； wherein they lay asleep； they and their forefathers。
and there were those who would have followed after him； seeing that it was a home…ing； and he was alone； for there was not one left of all his kin to spread the feast of wele； after the manner of his people。
but the captain of his ship counselled them saying： 〃suffer him to go upon his way。 for his bread is the bread of aloneness； and in his cup is the wine of remembrance； which he would drink alone。〃
and his mariners held their steps； for they knew it was even as the captain of the ship had told them。 and all those who gathered upon the sea…wall restrained the feet of their desire。
only karima went after him； a little way； yearning over his aloneness and his memories。 and she spoke not； but turned and went unto her own house； and in the garden under the almond…tree she wept； yet she knew not wherefore。
and almustafa came and found the garden of his mother and his father； and he entered in； and closed the gate that no man might e after him。
and for forty days and forty nights he dwelt alone in that house and that garden； and none came； not even unto the gate； for it was closed； and all the people knew that he would be alone。
and when the forty days and nights were ended； almustafa opened the gate that they might e in。
and there came nine men to be with him in the garden； three mariners from his own ship； three who had been his rades in play when they were but children together。 and these were his disciples。
and on a morning his disciples sat around him； and there were distances and remembrances in his eyes。 and that disciple who was called hafiz said unto him： 〃master； tell us of the city of orphalese； and of that land wherein you tarried those twelve years。〃
and almustafa was silent； and he looked away towards the hills and toward the vast ether； and there was a battle in his silence。
then he said： 〃my friends and my road…fellows； pity the nation that is full of beliefs and empty of religion。
〃pity the nation that wears a cloth it does not weave； eats a bread it does not harvest； and drinks a wine that flows not from its own winepress。
〃pity the nation that acclaims the bully as hero； and that deems the glittering conqueror bountiful。
〃pity the nation that despises a passion in its dream； yet submits in its awakening。
〃pity the nation that raises not its voice save when it walks in a funeral； boasts not except when its neck is laid between the sword and the block。
〃pity the nation whose statesman is a fox； whose philosopher is a juggle； and whose art is the art of patching and mimicking。
〃pity the nation that weles its new ruler with trumpetings； and farewells him with hootings； only to wele another with trumpetings again。
〃pity the nation whose sages are dumb with years and whose strong men are yet in the cradle。
〃pity the nation divided into fragments； each fragment deeming itself a nation。〃
wＷ w。xia oshuotxＴ。
The Garden Of The Prophet （2）
．小．说．．t．xt．天．堂．
the garden of the prophet （2）
and one said： 〃speak to us of that which is moving in your own heart even now。〃
and he looked upon that one； and there was in his voice a sound like a star singing； and he said： 〃in your waking dream； when you are hushed and listening to your deeper self； your thoughts； like snow… flakes； fall and flutter and garment all the sounds of your spaces with white silence。
〃and what are waking dreams but clouds that bud and blossom on the sky…tree of your heart？ and what are your thoughts but the petals which the winds of your heart scatter upon the hills and its fields？
〃and even as you wait for peace until the formless within you takes form； so shall the cloud gather and drift until the blessed fingers shape its grey desire to little crystal s
