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A lover's call...
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24 Aug 2006 Thu 09:46 pm |
Some body can help me to translate it.. a bit long, but beautiful!!
A lover's call...
...Remember when you kissed me and kissed me,
With tears coursing your cheeks, and you said,
"Earthly bodies must often separate for earthly purpose,
And must live apart impelled by worldly intent.
"But the spirit remains joined safely in the hands of
Love, until death arrives and takes joined souls to God.
"Go, my beloved; Love has chosen you her delegate;
Over her, for she is Beauty who offers to her follower
The cup of the sweetness of life.
As for my own empty arms, your love shall remain my
Comforting groom; you memory, my Eternal wedding."
Where are you now, my other self? Are you awake in
The silence of the night? Let the clean breeze convey
To you my heart's every beat and affection.
Are you fondling my face in your memory? That image
Is no longer my own, for Sorrow has dropped his
Shadow on my happy countenance of the past.
Sobs have withered my eyes which reflected your beauty
And dried my lips which you sweetened with kisses.
Where are you, my beloved? Do you hear my weeping
From beyond the ocean? Do you understand my need?
Do you know the greatness of my patience?
Is there any spirit in the air capable of conveying
To you the breath of this dying youth? Is there any
Secret communication between angels that will carry to
You my complaint?
Where are you, my beautiful star? The obscurity of life
Has cast me upon its bosom; sorrow has conquered me.
Sail your smile into the air; it will reach and enliven me!
Breathe your fragrance into the air; it will sustain me!
Where are you, me beloved?
Oh, how great is Love!
And how little am I!
( Khalil Gibran )
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I hope this time some body will help me.. i didn't loose my hope.
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25 Aug 2006 Fri 06:46 pm |
Ok ok... i know is too long, then only the 2 last paragraphs Lutfen!!
some body helpme!!
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15 Dec 2007 Sat 02:11 am |
I believe this was never translated, but would love someone to translate this....Anyone?
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15 Dec 2007 Sat 05:41 am |
Quoting KaraKartal: Some body can help me to translate it.. a bit long, but beautiful!!
Sail your smile into the air; it will reach and enliven me!
Breathe your fragrance into the air; it will sustain me!
Where are you, me beloved?
Oh, how great is Love!
And how little am I!
( Khalil Gibran )
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I hope this time some body will help me.. i didn't loose my hope. |
THE LAST PART OF GIBRAN'S POEM.
GIBRAN IS MUCH MORE THAN A MERE LOVE POET. HAPPY ARE THOSE WHO DISCOVERED HIM AND CAN UNDERSTAND AND APPRECIATE HIS WISDOM
Tebessumunu havaya sal, beni bulur; bana hayat verir.
Kokun havaya dagilsin: beni yasatacaktir.
Neredesin sevdigim,
Ask ne kadar ulu.
Ve ben ne kadar kucugum.
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25 Dec 2007 Tue 09:01 pm |
it is a beautiful poetry... can somebody translate the whole thing in turkish? plssssssssssss....
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25 Dec 2007 Tue 09:39 pm |
Quoting KaraKartal: Some body can help me to translate it.. a bit long, but beautiful!!
A lover's call...
...Remember when you kissed me and kissed me,
With tears coursing your cheeks, and you said,
"Earthly bodies must often separate for earthly purpose,
And must live apart impelled by worldly intent.
"But the spirit remains joined safely in the hands of
Love, until death arrives and takes joined souls to God.
"Go, my beloved; Love has chosen you her delegate;
Over her, for she is Beauty who offers to her follower
The cup of the sweetness of life.
As for my own empty arms, your love shall remain my
Comforting groom; you memory, my Eternal wedding."
Where are you now, my other self? Are you awake in
The silence of the night? Let the clean breeze convey
To you my heart's every beat and affection.
Are you fondling my face in your memory? That image
Is no longer my own, for Sorrow has dropped his
Shadow on my happy countenance of the past.
Sobs have withered my eyes which reflected your beauty
And dried my lips which you sweetened with kisses.
Where are you, my beloved? Do you hear my weeping
From beyond the ocean? Do you understand my need?
Do you know the greatness of my patience?
Is there any spirit in the air capable of conveying
To you the breath of this dying youth? Is there any
Secret communication between angels that will carry to
You my complaint?
Where are you, my beautiful star? The obscurity of life
Has cast me upon its bosom; sorrow has conquered me.
Sail your smile into the air; it will reach and enliven me!
Breathe your fragrance into the air; it will sustain me!
Where are you, me beloved?
Oh, how great is Love!
And how little am I!
( Khalil Gibran )
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I hope this time some body will help me.. i didn't loose my hope. |
İt's been long time there is lots of words which I don't know. I guess Marion or Ayla -the best translators in this forum- can do it. But if they don't until next year I'll try
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25 Dec 2007 Tue 09:55 pm |
To translate Gibran to Turkish is way above my level, you're welcome to try it Prym
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25 Dec 2007 Tue 10:00 pm |
Gibran Khalil Gibran was born on January 6, 1883, to the Maronite family of Gibran in Bsharri, a mountainous area in Northern Lebanon.
Lebanon was a Turkish province part of Greater Syria (Syria, Lebanon, and Palestine) and subjugated to Ottoman dominion, which granted the Mount Lebanon area autonomous rule. The people of Mount Lebanon had struggled for several years to gain independence from the Ottoman rule, a cause Gibran was later to adopt and become an active member in. The Mount Lebanon area was a troubled region, due to the various outside and foreign interferences that fostered religious hatred between the Christian, especially the Maronite sect, and Moslem populations. Later in his life, Gibran was to seek and unite the various religious sects, in a bid to abolish the religious snobbery, persecution and atrocities witnessed at his time. The Maronite sect, formed during the schism in the Byzantine church in the 5th century A.D., was made up of a group of Syrian Christians, who joined the monk St. Marun to lead their own sectarian thought.
Generosity is giving more than you can, and pride is taking less than you need.
The real in us is silent; the acquired is
talkative.
Every man loves two women;the one is the creation of his imagination and the other is not yet born.
God made Truth with many doors to welcome every believer who knocks on them.
In the sweetness of friendship; let there be laughter and the sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.
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25 Dec 2007 Tue 10:25 pm |
Song of the Rain
I am dotted silver threads dropped from heaven by the gods.
Nature then takes me, to adorn her fields and valleys.
I am beautiful pearls,
Plucked from the crown of Ishtar by the daughter of Dawn to embellish the gardens.
When I cry the hills laugh;
When I humble myself the flowers rejoice;
When I bow, all things are elated.
The field and the cloud are lovers
And between them I am a messenger of mercy.
I quench the thirst of one;
I cure the ailment of the other.
The voice of thunder declares my arrival;
The rainbow announces my departure.
I am like earthly life,
Which begins at the feet of the mad elements
And ends under the upraised wings of death.
I emerge from the heard of the sea
Soar with the breeze.
When I see a field in need,
I descend and embrace the flowers and the trees in a million little ways.
I touch gently at the windows with my soft fingers,
And my announcement is a welcome song all can hear
But only the sensitive can understand.
The heat in the air gives birth to me,
But in turn I kill it,
As woman overcomes man with the strength she takes from him.
I am the sigh of the sea;
The laughter of the field;
The tears of heaven.
So with love -
Sighs from the deep sea of affection;
Laughter from the colourful field of the spirit;
Tears from the endless heaven of memories.
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25 Dec 2007 Tue 10:26 pm |
To understand the heart and mind of a person, look not at what he has already achieved, but at what he aspires to do.
And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter and the sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed
Generosity is giving more than you can, and pride is taking less than you need.
The real in us is silent; the acquired is
talkative.
Every man loves two women;the one is the creation of his imagination and the other is not yet born.
God made Truth with many doors to welcome every believer who knocks on them.
In the sweetness of friendship; let there be laughter and the sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.
The lights of stars that were extinguished ages ago still reaches us. So it is with great men who died centuries ago, but still reach us with the radiations of their personalities.
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