This is one of the arabic poems. It was in my collection
for along time, and I would like to share with you all
hope you will injoy it. "by Gibran Khalil Gibran"
MadMan
You ask me how I became a madman
it happened thus'
one day, long before many gods born
I woke from a deep sleep and found
all my masks were stolen
the seven masks I have fashioned and
worn in seven lives,
I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting
Thieves, the cursed thieves
Men and women laughed at me and some
ran to their houses in fear of me
and when I reached the market place
a youth standing on a house-top
cried, "He is a madman". I looked up
behold him, the sun kissed my own naked face
for the first time
for the first time the sun kissed my own naked face
and my soul was inflamed with love for the sun
and I wanted my masks NO More
and as if in a trance I cried
"Blessed, blessed are the thieves
who stole my masks
Thus I became a madman
and I have found both freedom and safety
in my madness
the freedom of loneliness and the safety
from being understood
for those who understand us enslave
something in us
but let me not be too proud of my safety
Even a Thief in a jail is safe from another thief
Thanks
Nazlat
for along time, and I would like to share with you all
hope you will injoy it. "by Gibran Khalil Gibran"
MadMan
You ask me how I became a madman
it happened thus'
one day, long before many gods born
I woke from a deep sleep and found
all my masks were stolen
the seven masks I have fashioned and
worn in seven lives,
I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting
Thieves, the cursed thieves
Men and women laughed at me and some
ran to their houses in fear of me
and when I reached the market place
a youth standing on a house-top
cried, "He is a madman". I looked up
behold him, the sun kissed my own naked face
for the first time
for the first time the sun kissed my own naked face
and my soul was inflamed with love for the sun
and I wanted my masks NO More
and as if in a trance I cried
"Blessed, blessed are the thieves
who stole my masks
Thus I became a madman
and I have found both freedom and safety
in my madness
the freedom of loneliness and the safety
from being understood
for those who understand us enslave
something in us
but let me not be too proud of my safety
Even a Thief in a jail is safe from another thief
Thanks
Nazlat