最后的守望（3）（2/2）
《先知》作者：纪伯伦 2017-04-13 15:59
mockingly,‘There goes the ageless one, the man without seasons, who at the noon hour plays games with our children and at eventide sits with our elders and assumes wisdom and understanding.’”
“And I said,‘I will love them more. Aye, even more. I will hide my love with seeming to hate, and disguise my tenderness as bitterness. I will wear an iron mask, and only when armed and mailed shall I seek them.’”
“Then I laid a heavy hand upon your bruises, and like a tempest in the night I thundered in your ears.”
“From the housetop I proclaimed you hypocrites, Pharisees, tricksters, false and empty earth-bubbles.”
“The short-sighted among you I cursed for blind bats, and those too near the earth I likened to soulless moles.”
“The eloquent I pronounced fork-tongued, the silent, stone-lipped, and the simple and artless I called the dead never weary of death.”
“The seekers after world knowledge I condemned as offenders of the holy spirit and those who would naught but the spirit I branded as hunters of shadows who cast their nets in flat waters and catch but their own images.”
“Thus with my lips have I denounced you, while my heart, bleeding within me, called you tender names.”
“It was love lashed by its own self that spoke. It was pride half slain that fluttered in the dust. It was my hunger for your love that raged from the housetop, while my own love, kneeling in silence, prayed your forgiveness.”
“And I said,‘I will love them more. Aye, even more. I will hide my love with seeming to hate, and disguise my tenderness as bitterness. I will wear an iron mask, and only when armed and mailed shall I seek them.’”
“Then I laid a heavy hand upon your bruises, and like a tempest in the night I thundered in your ears.”
“From the housetop I proclaimed you hypocrites, Pharisees, tricksters, false and empty earth-bubbles.”
“The short-sighted among you I cursed for blind bats, and those too near the earth I likened to soulless moles.”
“The eloquent I pronounced fork-tongued, the silent, stone-lipped, and the simple and artless I called the dead never weary of death.”
“The seekers after world knowledge I condemned as offenders of the holy spirit and those who would naught but the spirit I branded as hunters of shadows who cast their nets in flat waters and catch but their own images.”
“Thus with my lips have I denounced you, while my heart, bleeding within me, called you tender names.”
“It was love lashed by its own self that spoke. It was pride half slain that fluttered in the dust. It was my hunger for your love that raged from the housetop, while my own love, kneeling in silence, prayed your forgiveness.”