At times mood goes haywire, things appear to be dull and monotonous. In those times books, movies, music and other such things come to our rescue. Last night, to overcome mental lowness I peeped into one of my book cartons and picked up The Prophet! We get attached to some books so much that the pleasure of reading them never diminishes, ideas conveyed appear to be new and ever inspiring. The Prophet is one of such books I love to read again and again.
The Prophet is a book of twenty six poetic, philosophical essays written in English in 1923 by the Lebanese artist, philosopher, and writer Khalil Gibran. In the book, the prophet Almustafa who has lived in the city of Orphalese for twelve years is about to board a ship which will carry him home. He is stopped by a group of people, with whom he discusses many issues of life, humanity, its nakedness. The issues discussed include love, friendship, work, joy and sorrow, reason and passion, self-knowledge, teaching, treasure, marriage, beauty, crime and punishment and so on. I enjoy reading this small and beautiful book which gives an insight into philosophy of life.
Below are the few lines picked from the book The Prophet,
On Joy and Sorrow
Some of you say, “Joy is greater than sorrow”, and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater”. But I say unto you, they are inseparable. Together come, and when sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.
On Love
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself,
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed:
For love is sufficient unto love.
On Work
Always you have been told that work is a curse and labour a misfortune.
But I say to you that when you work you fulfill a part of earth’s furthest dream, assigned to you when that dream was born,
And in keeping yourself with you are in truth loving life,
And to love life through labour is to be intimate with life’s inmost secret.
On Talking
When you meet your friend on the roadside or in the market-place, let the spirit in you move your lips and direct your tongue.
Let the voice within your voice speak to the ear of his ear:
For his soul will keep the truth of your heart as the taste of the wine is remembered. When the color is forgotten and the vessel is no more.
On Beauty
And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy. It is mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth, but rather a heart inflamed and a soul enchanted. It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear,
But rather an image you see though you close your eyes and a song you hear though you shut your ears.
People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.
But you are life and you are the veil.
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
But you are eternity and you are the mirror.
Thanks to one of my friends who gave this wonderful book!

