"On Beauty"
——Author Kahlil Gibran
The poet said: "Please tell us the true meaning of beauty."
Mu Staffa replied:
Unless beauty itself becomes your right path and guide, where and how can you find her?
How can you speak of her unless she becomes the weaver of your words?
The sad and hurt people said: "Beauty is kindness and gentleness.
She is like a bright and beautiful young mother, walking shyly among us."< /p>
Passionate people say: "No, beauty is something extraordinary and terrible."
"She is like a storm, shaking the earth on our feet and the sky above our heads." "
The tired and weary man says: "Beauty is a gentle secret language that speaks within us.
"Her voice is like a trembling gleam of fearful shadow, lost in our silence."
But the restless ones say: "We heard her howling in the mountains, With her cry, all the beasts gallop, the birds of prey flap their wings and the lions roar."
At night, the city's night watchman said: "Beauty will rise from the east with the dawn."
At noon, workers and people on the road said: "We saw her overlooking the earth from the sunset window."
In winter, those who were blocked by the wind and snow said: "She will follow the spring." Come and jump for joy in the mountains."
In the heat of summer, the reaper said: "We saw her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw the news of snowflakes in her hair. ."
All these are your words of beauty.
However, what you are talking about is not beauty, but your unmet needs.
Beauty is not a need, but it is ecstasy.
She is not a thirsty mouth, nor an empty hand stretched out to beg, but a fiery heart and an obsessed soul.
She is not an image that you can see, nor is she a song that you can hear.
But you can see it with your eyes closed and hear it with your ears closed.
She is not the sap of bark in the ruts, nor the wings caught in sharp claws,
but a garden that is always in bloom, and a group of angels that are always flying.
O Aphalese, when life lifts its veil and reveals its holy face, beauty is life.
And you are both life and veil.
Beauty is eternal, stare at your face in the mirror.
And you are both eternity and a mirror.
The poem is taken from Gibran's collection of essays, and the picture is a delicate Persian painting