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04.2
Gedichte
- Khalil
Gibran
Englisch
SONG
OF FORTUNE
Man
and I are sweethearts
He
craves me and I long for him,
But
alas!
Between
us has appeared a rival who brings us misery.
She
is cruel and demanding,
Possessing
empty lure.
Her
name is Substance.
She
follows wherever we go
And
watches like a sentinel,
Bringing
restlessness to my lover.
I ask
for my beloved in the forest,
Under
the trees, by the lakes.
I
cannot find him,
For
Substance has spirited him to the clamorous city
And
placed him on the throne
Of
quaking, metal riches.
I
call for him with the voice of knowledge
And
the song of Wisdom.
He
does not hearken,
For
Substance has enticed him into the dungeon
Of
selfishness, where avarice dwells.
I
seek him in the field of Contentment,
But I
am alone,
For
my rival has imprisoned him ,
I the
cave of gluttony and greed,
And
locked him there
With
painful chains of gold.
I
call to him at dawn, when Nature smiles,
But
he does not hear,
For
excess has laden his drugged eyes with sick slumber.
I
beguile him at eventide, when Silence rules
And
the flowers sleep.
But
he responds not,
For
his fear over what the morrow will bring shadows his
thoughts.
He
yearns to love me;
He
asks for me in this own acts.
But
he will find me not except in God's acts.
He
seeks me in the edifices of his glory
Which
he has built upon the bones of others;
He
whispers to me from among his heaps of gold and silver;
But
he will find me only by coming to the house of Simplicity
Which
God has built at the brink of the stream of affection.
He
desires to kiss me before his coffers,
But
his lips will never touch mine,
Except
in the richness of the pure breeze.
He
asks me to share with him his fabulous wealth,
But I
will not forsake God's fortune;
I
will not cast off my cloak of beauty.
He
seeks deceit for medium;
I
seek only the medium of his heart.
He
bruises his heart in his narrow cell;
I
would enrich his heart with all my love.
My
beloved has learned how to shriek and cry for my enemy,
Substance;
I
would teach him how to shed tears of affection
And
mercy from the eyes of his soul
For
all things,
And
utter sighs of contentment through those tears.
Man
is my sweetheart;
I
want to belong to him.
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Textgrundlage: “A
Tear and a Smile”, Khalil Gibran
gutenberg.net
Logo 284:
“Las
edades de la mujer”, Khalil Gibran, 1910,
gemeinfrei
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