Poem Hunter
(January 6, 1883 – April 10, 1931 / Bsharri)


Poem By Khalil Gibran

And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, 'Speak to us of Children.'

And he said:

Your children are not your children.

They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.

They come through you but not from you,

And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts.

For they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies but not their souls,

For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.

For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.

Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;

For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.

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I had several of Gibran’s books but my favorite was always The Prophet. He wrote with such eloquence and every time I read his books, it was new all over again. He was a brilliant, insightful and religious man.
salute the woman
there is insightful thought yeah you are you he is he and she is she son is son though from mother but mother's ownership rightly the daughter yeah in this wold everyone has own thought to live independently everyone has own thoughtful direction about life no one has right to interfere in this regards.....
and loves the sharpshooter most
Portrayal of parent-child relationship in a unique way. Thanks.