
Artwork by Khalil Gibran (Photo: Emily O'Dell)

Khalil Gibran Museum (Photo: Emily O'Dell)
Knowledge is a light, enriching the warmth of life,
And all may partake who seek it out;
But you, my countrymen, seek out darkness and flee the light,
Awaiting the coming of water from the rock,
And your nation’s misery is your crime.
I do not forgive you your sins, for you know what you are doing.
Humanity is a brilliant river singing its way and carrying with it the mountains’ secrets into the heart of the sea;
But you, my countrymen, are stagnant marshes infested with insects and vipers…
Fear not the phantom of death, my countrymen,
For his greatness and mercy will refuse to approach your smallness;
And dread not the dagger, for it will decline to be lodged in your shallow hearts.
I hate you, my countrymen, because you hate glory and greatness.
I despise you because you despise yourselves.
I am your enemy, for you refuse to realize that you are
the enemies of the goddesses.