Was a Lebanese-American writer, poet and visual artist, also considered a philosopher
although he himself rejected this title in his lifetime. He is best known as the author of The Prophet
, which was first published in the United States in 1923 and is one
of the best-selling books of all time, having been translated into dozens of languages.
Born in a village of the Ottoman-ruled Mount Lebanon Mutasarrifate to a Maronite Christian family, the young
Gibran immigrated with his mother and siblings to the United States in 1895.
As his mother worked as a seamstress, he was enrolled at a school in Boston, where his creative abilities were
quickly noticed by a teacher who presented him to Fred Holland Day. Gibran was sent back to his native land by
his family at the age of fifteen to enroll at al-Hikma School in Beirut.
Returning to Boston upon his youngest sister's death in 1902, he lost his older half-brother and his mother the
following year, seemingly relying afterwards on his remaining sister's income from her work at a dressmaker's
shop for some time.
| Book Name | Year | Rating |
|---|---|---|
| The Prophet | 1923 | 4.23 |
| A Tear and a Smile | 1950 | 4.03 |
| The Broken Wings | 1912 | 3.92 |
I would not exchange the sorrows of my hear
For the joys of the multitude.
And I would not have the tears
that sadness makes
To flow from my every part turn into laughter.
I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.
A tear to purify my heart and give me understanding
Of life's secrets and hidden things.
A smile to draw me
nigh to the sons of my kind and
To be a symbol of my glorification of the gods.
A tear to unite me with those of broken heart;
A smile to be a sign of my joy in existence.
I would rather that I died in yearning and longing
than that I live Weary and despairing.
I want the hunger for love and beauty to be in the
Depths of my spirit,for I have seen those who are
Satisfied the most wretched of people.
I have heard the sigh of those in yearning and Longing, and it is
sweeter
than the sweetest melody.
With evening's coming the flower folds her petals
And sleeps, embracingher longing.
At morning's approach
she opens her lips to meet
The sun's kiss.
I am dotted silver threads dropped from heaven
the gods.
Nature then takes me, to adorn
fields and valleys.
I am beautiful pearls, plucked from the
Crown of Ishtar by the daughter of Dawn
To embellish the gardens.
I cry the hills laugh;
When I humble myself the flowers rejoice;
When I bow, all things are elated.