SONG OF THE SOUL The Prophet, Kahil Gibran

In the depth of my soul there is
A wordless song-a song that lives
In the seed of my heart.
It refuses to melt with ink on
Parchment, it engulfs my affection
In a transparent cloak and flows,
But not upon my lips

How can I sigh it? I fear it may
Mingle with earthly ether,
To whom shall I sing It dwells
In the house of my soul, in fever of
Harsh ears.

When I locks into my inner eyes
I see the shadow of its shadow,
When I touch my fingertips
I feel its vibrations
The deeds of my hands heed its
Presence as a lake must reflect
The glitterin stars, my tears
Reveal it, as bright drops of dew
Reveal the secret of a withering rose.

It is a song composed bycontemplation,
And publishe by silence,
And shunned by clamor,
And folded by truth,
Abd repeated by dreams,
And understood by love,
And hidden by awakening,
And sung by the soul.

It is the song of love,
What Cain of Esau could sing it?
It is more fragrant than jasmine,
What voice could enslave it?
It is heartbound, as a virgin s secret,
What strings could quiver it?
Who dares unite the roar of the sea
And the signing of the nightingale?
Who dares compare the shrieking tempest
To the sigh of an infant?
Who dares speak about the words
Intended for the heart to speak?
What human dares sing in voice
The song of God?

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