#XXCentury
The strong shore is my beloved And I am his sweetheart. We are at last united by love, and Then the moon draws me from him. I go to him in haste and depart
Love is a magic ray emitted from the burning core of the soul and illuminating the surrounding earth.
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…
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…
One heavy day I ran away from the grim face of society and the dizzying clamor of the city and directed my weary step to the spacious alley. I pursued the beckoning course of the rivule...
The tempest calmed after bending the branches of the trees and leaning heavily upon the grain in the field. The stars appeared as broken remnants of lightning, but now silence prevailed...
You would know the secret of death… But how shall you find it unless y… The owl whose night—bound eyes are… If you would indeed behold the spi… For life and death are one, even a…
Marriage in these days is a mockery whose management is in the hands of young men and parents. In most countries the young men win while the parents lose. The woman is looked upon as a ...
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...
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...
Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon which your reason and your judgment wage war against your passion and your appetite. Would that I could be the peacemaker in your soul, that...
One hour devoted to the pursuit of… And Love is worth a full century… Given by the frightened weak to th… From that hour comes man’s Truth;… During that century Truth sleeps…
In the midst of the gardens and hills which connect the city of Beirut with Lebanon there is a small temple, very ancient, dug out of white rock, surrounded by olive, almond, and willow...
The gold—hoarder walked in his palace park and with him walked his troubles. And over his head hovered worries as a vulture hovers over a carcass, until he reached a beautiful lake surr...
The dark wings of night enfolded the city upon which Nature had spread a pure white garment of snow; and men deserted the streets for their houses in search of warmth, while the north w...