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Download The Madman free in PDF & EPUB format. Download Kahlil Gibran's The Madman for your kindle, tablet, IPAD, PC or mobile. The Standard Ebooks edition of The Madman: The second collection of poetry and short stories by Lebanese author Khalil Gibran. Book: The Madman. Author: Kahlil Gibran. The Madman By Kahlil Gibran. Format : Global Grey free PDF, epub, Kindle ebook, or read online. Pages (PDF):

For the first time the sun kissed my own naked face and my soul was inflamed with love for the sun, and I wanted my masks no more. And I have found both freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us. But let me not be too proud of my safety. Even a Thief in a jail is safe from another thief. Thy hidden will is my law and I shall obey thee for ever more. Out of clay hast thou fashioned me and to thee I owe mine all. In pity and love thou hast given me birth, and through love and worship I shall inherit thy kingdom. I am thy root in the earth and thou art my flower in the sky, and together we grow before the face of the sun. And when I descended to the valleys and the plains God was there also. Seeming is but a garment I wear--a care-woven garment that protects me from thy questionings and thee from my negligence.

I know faces, because I look through the fabric my own eye weaves, and behold the reality beneath.

And when we reached the shore, we went about looking for a hidden and lonely place. But as we walked, we saw a man sitting on a grey rock taking pinches of salt from a bag and throwing them into the sea. We cannot bathe here. There we saw, standing on a white rock, a man holding a bejewelled box, from which he took sugar and threw it into the sea.

And on a beach we saw a man picking up dead fish and tenderly putting them back into the water. Then we came where we saw a man tracing his shadow on the sand. Great waves came and erased it. But he went on tracing it again and again. This is the deep sea. This is the vast and mighty sea.

He is the realist, who turns his back on the whole he cannot grasp, and busies himself with a fragment. And in a weedy place among the rocks was a man with his head buried in the sand. He is the puritan. I would not have this wind lift my golden hair, or bare my white bosom in this air, or let the light disclose my sacred nakedness. And the crucifixion appeased me.

And when I was hanged between earth and heaven they lifted up their heads to see me. And they were exalted, for their heads had never before been lifted.

Can such pain be forgiven? I do not atone--nor sacrifice--nor wish for glory; and I have nothing to forgive. I thirsted--and I besought you to give me my blood to drink. I was dumb--and I asked wounds of you for mouths. I was imprisoned in your days and nights--and I sought a door into larger days and nights.

And think not we are weary of crucifixion. For we must be crucified by larger and yet larger men, between greater earths and greater heavens. And we conversed. We three are one in loneliness, and the love that binds us together is deep and strong and strange. Aeons upon aeons have passed since the first grey dawn made us visible to one another; and though we have seen the birth and the fullness and the death of many worlds, we are still eager and young. We are young and eager and yet we are mateless and unvisited, and though we lie in unbroken half embrace, we are uncomforted.

And what comfort is there for controlled desire and unspent passion? And who is the woman that shall command my heart? But upon whom I call in my sleep I know not. Here I sit between my brother the mountain and my sister the sea. You scatter all my winter dreams.

Songless, peevish thing! You live not in the upper air and you cannot tell the sound of singing. And when spring came she waked again--and she was a blade of grass. They make such noise!

They scatter all my winter dreams. Is it not beautiful? I do not hear it. For one of them denied the existence of the gods and the other was a believer.

One day the two met in the marketplace, and amidst their followers they began to dispute and to argue about the existence or the non-existence of the gods.

And after hours of contention they parted. That evening the unbeliever went to the temple and prostrated himself before the altar and prayed the gods to forgive his wayward past. And the same hour the other learned man, he who had upheld the gods, burned his sacred books. For he had become an unbeliever. And my Sorrow grew like all living things, strong and beautiful and full of wondrous delights. And we loved one another, my Sorrow and I, and we loved the world about us; for Sorrow had a kindly heart and mine was kindly with Sorrow.

And when we conversed, my Sorrow and I, our days were winged and our nights were girdled with dreams; for Sorrow had an eloquent tongue, and mine was eloquent with Sorrow. And when we sang together, my Sorrow and I, our neighbours sat at their windows and listened; for our songs were deep as the sea and our melodies were full of strange memories.

And when we walked together, my Sorrow and I, people gazed at us with gentle eyes and whispered in words of exceeding sweetness.

And there were those who looked with envy upon us, for Sorrow was a noble thing and I was proud with Sorrow. But my Sorrow died, like all living things, and alone I am left to muse and ponder.

And now when I speak my words fall heavily upon my ears. And when I sing my songs my neighbours come not to listen. And when I walk the streets no one looks at me. Come and behold this gladsome thing that laugheth in the sun. And every day for seven moons I proclaimed my Joy from the house-top--and yet no one heeded me.

And my Joy and I were alone, unsought and unvisited. Then my Joy grew pale and weary because no other heart but mine held its loveliness and no other lips kissed its lips. Night and the Madman I am like thee, O, Night, dark and naked; I walk on the flaming path which is above my day-dreams, and whenever my foot touches earth a giant oak tree comes forth. Nay, thou art not like me, O, Madman, for thou still lookest backward to see how large a foot-print thou leavest on the sand.

I am like thee, O, Night, silent and deep; and in the heart of my loneliness lies a Goddess in child-bed; and in him who is being born Heaven touches Hell. Nay, thou art not like me, O, Madman, for thou shudderest yet before pain, and the song of the abyss terrifies thee.

I am like thee, O, Night, wild and terrible; for my ears are crowded with cries of conquered nations and sighs for forgotten lands.

Nay, thou art not like me, O, Madman, for thou still takest thy little-self for a comrade, and with thy monster-self thou canst not be friend. I am like thee, O, Night, cruel and awful; for my bosom is lit by burning ships at sea, and my lips are wet with blood of slain warriors. Nay, thou art not like me, O, Madman; for the desire for a sister-spirit is yet upon thee, and thou has not become a low unto thyself. I am like thee, O, Night, joyous and glad; for he who dwells in my shadow is now drunk with virgin wine, and she who follows me is sinning mirthfully.

Nay, thou art not like me, O, Madman, for thy soul is wrapped in the veil of seven folds and thou holdest not they heart in thine hand. I am like thee, O, Night, patient and passionate; for in my breast a thousand dead lovers are buried in shrouds of withered kisses. Yea, Madman, art thou like me?

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Art thou like me? And canst thou ride the tempest as a steed, and grasp the lightning as a sword? Like thee, O, Night, like thee, mighty and high, and my throne is built upon heaps of fallen Gods; and before me too pass the days to kiss the hem of my garment but never to gaze at my face. Art thou like me, child of my darkest heart?

And dost thou think my untamed thoughts and speak my vast language? Yea, we are twin brothers, O, Night; for thou revealest space and I reveal my soul. Faces I have seen a face with a thousand countenances, and a face that was but a single countenance as if held in a mould. I have seen a face whose sheen I could look through to the ugliness beneath, and a face whose sheen I had to lift to see how beautiful it was.

I have seen an old face much lined with nothing, and a smooth face in which all things were graven. I know faces, because I look through the fabric my own eye weaves, and behold the reality beneath. The Greater Sea My soul and I went to the great sea to bathe. And when we reached the shore, we went about looking for a hidden and lonely place.

But as we walked, we saw a man sitting on a grey rock taking pinches of salt from a bag and throwing them into the sea. This is the pessimist, said my soul, Let us leave this place. We cannot bathe here. We walked on until we reached an inlet. There we saw, standing on a white rock, a man holding a bejeweled box, from which he took sugar and threw it into the sea. And this is the optimist, said my soul, And he too must not see our naked bodies.

Further on we walked. And on a beach we saw a man picking up dead fish and tenderly putting them back into the water. And we cannot bathe before him, said my soul. He is the humane philanthropist. And we passed on. Then we came where we saw a man tracing his shadow on the sand.

Great waves came and erased it.

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But he went on tracing it again and again. He is the mystic, said my soul, Let us leave him. And we walked on, till in a quiet cover we saw a man scooping up the foam and putting it into an alabaster bowl.

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He is the idealist, said my soul, Surely he must not see our nudity. And on we walked. Suddenly we heard a voice crying, This is the sea. This is the deep sea. This is the vast and mighty sea. And when we reached the voice it was a man whose back was turned to the sea, and at his ear he held a shell, listening to its murmur. And my soul said, Let us pass on. He is the realist, who turns his back on the whole he cannot grasp, and busies himself with a fragment.

So we passed on. And in a weedy place among the rocks was a man with his head buried in the sand. And I said to my soul, We can bath here, for he cannot see us.

Nay, said my soul, For he is the most deadly of them all. He is the puritan. Then a great sadness came over the face of my soul, and into her voice. Let us go hence, she said, For there is no lonely, hidden place where we can bathe. I would not have this wind lift my golden hair, or bare my white bosom in this air, or let the light disclose my sacred nakedness. Then we left that sea to seek the Greater Sea.

Crucified I cried to men, I would be crucified! And they said, Why should your blood be upon our heads? And I answered, How else shall you be exalted except by crucifying madmen?

And they heeded and I was crucified. And the crucifixion appeased me. And when I was hanged between earth and heaven they lifted up their heads to see me. And they were exalted, for their heads had never before been lifted. But as they stood looking up at me one called out, For what art thou seeking to atone? And another cried, In what cause dost thou sacrifice thyself?

And a third said, Thinkest thou with this price to buy world glory? Then said a fourth, Behold, how he smiles! Can such pain be forgiven? And I answered them all, and said: Remember only that I smiled. I do not atonenor sacrificenor wish for glory; and I have nothing to forgive. I thirstedand I besought you to give me my blood to drink. For what is there can quench a madman's thirst but his own blood?

I was dumband I asked wounds of you for mouths. I was imprisoned in your days and nightsand I sought a door into larger days and nights. And now I goas others already crucified have gone.

And think not we are weary of crucifixion. For we must be crucified by larger and yet larger men, between greater earths and greater heavens. The Astronomer In the shadow of the temple my friend and I saw a blind man sitting alone. And my friend said, Behold the wisest man of our land. Then I left my friend and approached the blind man and greeted him.

And we conversed. After a while I said, Forgive my question; but since when has thou been blind? From my birth, he answered. Said I, And what path of wisdom followest thou?

Said he, I am an astronomer. Then he placed his hand upon his breast saying, I watch all these suns and moons and stars. The Great Longing Here I sit between my brother the mountain and my sister the sea. We three are one in loneliness, and the love that binds us together is deep and strong and strange. Nay, it is deeper than my sister's depth and stronger than my brother's strength, and stranger than the strangeness of my madness.

Aeons upon aeons have passed since the first grey dawn made us visible to one another; and though we have seen the birth and the fullness and the death of many worlds, we are still eager and young.

We are young and eager and yet we are mateless and unvisited, and though we lie in unbroken half embrace, we are uncomforted. And what comfort is there for controlled desire and unspent passion?

Whence shall come the flaming god to warm my sister's bed? And what she-torrent shall quench my brother's fire? And who is the woman that shall command my heart? In the stillness of the night my sister murmurs in her sleep the fire-god's unknown name, and my brother calls afar upon the cool and distant goddess.

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But upon whom I call in my sleep I know not. Here I sit between my brother the mountain and my sister the sea. Said a Blade of Grass Said a blade of grass to an autumn leaf, You make such a noise falling! You scatter all my winter dreams.

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Said the leaf indignant, Low-born and low-dwelling! Songless, peevish thing! You live not in the upper air and you cannot tell the sound of singing. Then the autumn leaf lay down upon the earth and slept. And when spring came she waked againand she was a blade of grass. And when it was autumn and her winter sleep was upon her, and above her through all the air the leaves were falling, she muttered to herself, O these autumn leaves!

They make such noise! They scatter all my winter dreams. The Eye Said the Eye one day, I see beyond these valleys a mountain veiled with blue mist. Is it not beautiful? The Ear listened, and after listening intently awhile, said, But where is any mountain? I do not hear it. Then the Hand spoke and said, I am trying in vain to feel it or touch it, and I can find no mountain. And the Nose said, There is no mountain, I cannot smell it.

Then the Eye turned the other way, and they all began to talk together about the Eye's strange delusion. And they said, Something must be the matter with the Eye. The Two Learned Men Once there lived in the ancient city of Afkar two learned men who hated and belittled each other's learning.

For one of them denied the existence of the gods and the other was a believer. One day the two met in the marketplace, and amidst their followers they began to dispute and to argue about the existence or the non-existence of the gods. And after hours of contention they parted. That evening the unbeliever went to the temple and prostrated himself before the altar and prayed the gods to forgive his wayward past. And the same hour the other learned man, he who had upheld the gods, burned his sacred books.

For he had become an unbeliever. And my Sorrow grew like all living things, strong and beautiful and full of wondrous delights. And we loved one another, my Sorrow and I, and we loved the world about us; for Sorrow had a kindly heart and mine was kindly with Sorrow. And when we conversed, my Sorrow and I, our days were winged and our nights were girdled with dreams; for Sorrow had an eloquent tongue, and mine was eloquent with Sorrow. And when we sang together, my Sorrow and I, our neighbors sat at their windows and listened; for our songs were deep as the sea and our melodies were full of strange memories.

And when we walked together, my Sorrow and I, people gazed at us with gentle eyes and whispered in words of exceeding sweetness. And there were those who looked with envy upon us, for Sorrow was a noble thing and I was proud with Sorrow. But my Sorrow died, like all living things, and alone I am left to muse and ponder.

And now when I speak my words fall heavily upon my ears. And when we conversed, my Sorrow and I, our days were winged and our nights were girdled with dreams; for Sorrow had an eloquent tongue, and mine was eloquent with Sorrow.

And when we sang together, my Sorrow and I, our neighbors sat at their windows and listenend; for our songs were deep as the sea and our melodies were full of strange memories. And when we walked together, my Sorrow and I, people gazed at us with gentle eyes and whispered in words of exceeding sweetness.

And there were those who looked with envy upon us, for Sorrow was a noble thing and I was proud with Sorrow. But my Sorrow died, like all living things, and alone I am left to muse and ponder. And now when I speak my words fall heavily upon my ears. And when I sing my songs my neighbours come not to listen.

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