二月25
Many years ago, when I was an 18-year-old girl, I read Kahlil Gibran’s The Prophet. Without any experience of love, I found that the love which Gibran described in the poem On Love is totally different from those in love fictions. It seems like love is more likely suffering instead of sweetness. If what Gibran said was true, how could people long for such kind of love? How would some of them like to die for it? I hardly believe it. However, I liked the poem next to On Love very much. That is On Marriage. It planted a hope in my heart. Yes! That’s the marriage which I would like to have, marriage without limiting freedom of spouses.
As time passed by, I loved and was hurt. I tasted the sweetness of love, but also sour and bitter of love as well. When I reread On Love, my eyes are tearful. Yes! When you are in ture love, you are naked. You showed the tenderest part to your lover. A gentle touch, if it is not a proper one, may cause pain. But that’s the true love. If you are scared by the tough part of love and cover yourself from your lover, you hardly enjoy the fully involved emotion. “You shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.” The most important part of love is that “Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself “. Unfortunately, people always have too much desire on love and sometimes misunderstand it with passion, sex, or other need. I had a Utopian image of love. I hope love is happy, sweet and comfortable all the time. That’s why I never get through all the stage of love and move forward to marriage, even though I understood the meaning of marriage long time ago.
Attached are the two poems mentioned above.
Kahlil Gibran on Love
When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
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.
When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, “I am in the heart of God.”
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
爱
艾尔梅特拉说,请给我们谈谈爱吧。
他抬头望着众人,人群一片寂静。他用洪亮的声音说道:
当爱挥手召唤你们时,跟随着他,
尽管他的道路艰难而险峻。
当他展翼拥抱你们时,依顺着他,
尽管他羽翼中的利刃会伤害你们。
当他对你们说话时,要相信他,
尽管他的声音会击碎你的梦,像狂风尽扫园中的花。
爱虽可为你们加冕,也能将你们钉上十字架。他虽可助你们成长,也能将你们削砍剪刈。
他会攀至你们的高处,轻抚你们在阳光下颤动的最柔嫩的枝条,
他也会降至你们的根柢,动摇你们紧紧依附着大地的根须。
爱把你们像麦捆般聚拢在身边。
他将你们脱粒,使你们赤裸。
他将你们筛选,使你们摆脱麸糠。
他碾磨你们,直至你们清白。
他揉捏你们,直至你们柔顺。
尔后,他把你们交与圣火,让你们成为上帝圣宴上的圣饼。
这一切都是爱为你们所做,使你们或许能从中领悟自己心中的秘密,从而成为生命之心的一小部分。
但是如果你们出于畏惧只去寻求爱的和美与爱的欢乐,
那你们最好掩起自己的赤裸,离开爱的打谷场,
踏入那没有季节的世界,在那里,你会开怀,但不是尽情欢笑;你会哭泣,但不是尽抛泪水。
爱除了自身别无所予,除了自身别无所取。
爱不占有,也不被占有;
因为爱有了自己就足够了。
当你爱了,你不应说’上帝在我心中”,而应说”我在上帝心中”。
别以为你可以指引爱的方向,因为爱,如果他认为你配,将指引你的方向。
爱别无他求,只求成全自己。
但如果你爱了,又必定有所渴求,那就让这些成为你的所求吧:
融化为一道奔流的溪水,在夜晚吟唱自己的清曲。
体会太多温柔带来的痛苦。
被自己对爱的体会所伤害。
心甘情愿地淌血。
清晨,带着一颗生翼的心醒来,感谢又一个充满爱的日子;
午休,沉思爱的心醉神怡;
黄昏,带着感激归家;
睡前,为你心中的挚爱祈祷,唇间吟诵着赞美诗。
On Marriage
Kahlil Gibran
You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.
Ay, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another, but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.
婚姻
艾尔梅特拉又开口问道:婚姻又是怎样的呢,大师?
他回答道:
你们一同降生,你们将永远相依。
当死神的白色羽翼驱散你们的日子,你们也应在一起。
的确,你们始终相守,即使在上帝的记忆中。
但在聚守中你们要保留空间,
让空中的风在你们之间飞舞。
彼此相爱,但不要让爱成为束缚;
让爱成为奔流于你们灵魂海岸间的大海。
盛满彼此的杯盏,但不要只从一只杯盏中取饮。
彼此互赠面包,但不要只向一块面包取食。
一起欢歌曼舞,但要保持各自的独立。
鲁特琴的琴弦也彼此分开,即使它们为同一首乐曲震颤。
奉献你们的心,但不要让对方保管。
因为只有生命之手才能接纳你们的心。
站立在一起,但不要靠得太近;
因为殿宇的支柱总是彼此分立的,
橡树和松柏也不在彼此的阴影下生长。