Kahlil Gibran in English Version
A NATION'S DEATH By: Kahlil Gibran My people are gone, but I remain. They wail in my solitude. Death is my best friend, and in death, my life is nothing but a great calamity. The little hills of my land are flooded with tears and blood, because my nation and my beloved passed away, and I am here, living as I did when my nation and my beloved enjoyed life and the gift of life, when the hills of my land were blessed and covered with sunshine. My people died of hunger, and he did not perish because of the suffering of hunger. He was slain by the sword, and I wandered among happy nations, slept on soft beds, and smiled for days. While the days smiled at him. My people died in pain and a shameful death. Here I live in prosperity and peace. This is the deep tragedy that always plays on the stage of my heart. Few people want to watch this drama, because my people are like birds with broken wings left behind by their friends. If I am hungry and live in the midst of people who a...