The Life of Love
Kahlil Gibran
Spring
Come, my beloved, let us walk among the little hills, for the snows have melted and life is awakened from its sleep and wanders through the hills and valleys.
Come, let us follow the footsteps of spring in the far-off field;
Come and we will ascend the heights and look upon the waving greenness of the plains below.
The dawn of spring has unfolded the garment concealed by the winter night, and the peach tree and the apple wear it, adorned as brides on the Night of Power.
The vines are awakened, their tendrils entwined like the embrace of lovers.
The streams run and leap among the rocks singing songs of rejoicing.
The flowers are bursting forth from the heart of Nature as foam from the crest of sea waves.
Come, my beloved, let me drink of the last of rain's tears from narcissus cups and make full our spirits of the joyful songs of birds.
Let us breathe the scent of the breeze and sit by yonder rock where hides the violet, and give and take of Love's kisses.
Summer
Arise, my love, to the field, for the days of the harvest are come and the time of reaping is nigh.
The grain is ripened by the sun in the warmth of its love to Nature;
Come ere the birds reap the fruits of our labor, and the ants consume our land.
Come, let us garner the earth's yield as the spirit does grains of bliss from fulfillment's sowing in the depths of our hearts,
And fill our bins with Nature's bounty as Life does the storehouses of our souls.
Come, my mate, let us make the grass our couch and the heavens our coverlet.
Lay us down our heads on a pillow of soft hay and seek thereon repose from the toil of the day and hearken to the music of the murmur of the brook in the valley.
Spring
Come, my beloved, let us walk among the little hills, for the snows have melted and life is awakened from its sleep and wanders through the hills and valleys.
Come, let us follow the footsteps of spring in the far-off field;
Come and we will ascend the heights and look upon the waving greenness of the plains below.
The dawn of spring has unfolded the garment concealed by the winter night, and the peach tree and the apple wear it, adorned as brides on the Night of Power.
The vines are awakened, their tendrils entwined like the embrace of lovers.
The streams run and leap among the rocks singing songs of rejoicing.
The flowers are bursting forth from the heart of Nature as foam from the crest of sea waves.
Come, my beloved, let me drink of the last of rain's tears from narcissus cups and make full our spirits of the joyful songs of birds.
Let us breathe the scent of the breeze and sit by yonder rock where hides the violet, and give and take of Love's kisses.
Summer
Arise, my love, to the field, for the days of the harvest are come and the time of reaping is nigh.
The grain is ripened by the sun in the warmth of its love to Nature;
Come ere the birds reap the fruits of our labor, and the ants consume our land.
Come, let us garner the earth's yield as the spirit does grains of bliss from fulfillment's sowing in the depths of our hearts,
And fill our bins with Nature's bounty as Life does the storehouses of our souls.
Come, my mate, let us make the grass our couch and the heavens our coverlet.
Lay us down our heads on a pillow of soft hay and seek thereon repose from the toil of the day and hearken to the music of the murmur of the brook in the valley.
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