before the throne of beauty

Before the throne of beauty

by, Khalil Gibran

One heavy day I ran away from the grim face of society and the dizzying clamor of the city
and directed my weary step to the spacious alley. I pursued the beckoning course of
the rivulet and the musical sounds of the birds until I reached a lonely spot where the
flowing branches of the trees prevented the sun from the touching the earth.

I stood there, and it was entertaining to my soul – my thirsty soul who had seen naught
but the mirage of life instead of its sweetness.

I was engrossed deeply in thought and my spirits were sailing the firmament when an hour,
wearing a sprig of grapevine that covered part of her naked body, and a wreath of poppies
about her golden hair, suddenly appeared to me. As she realized my astonishment,
she greeted me saying, “Fear me not; I am the Nymph of the Jungle.”

“How can beauty like yours be committed to live in this place? Please tell me who your are,
and whence you come?” I asked. She sat gracefully on the green grass and responded,
“I am the symbol of nature! I am the ever virgin your fore fathers worshipped, and to
my honour they erected shrines and temples at Baalbek and Jbeil.” And I dared say,
“But those temples and shrines were laid waste and the bones of my adoring ancestors
became a part of the earth; nothing was left to commemorate their goddess save
a pitiful few and the forgotten pages in the book of history.”

She replied, “Some goddesses live in the lives of their worshippers and die in their deaths,
while some live an eternal and infinite life. My life is sustained by the world of beauty
which you will see where ever you rest your eyes, and this beauty is nature itself;
it is the beginning of the shepherds joy among the hills, and a villagers happiness
in the fields, and the pleasure of the awe filled tribes between the mountains and the plains.
This Beauty promotes the wise into the throne the truth.”

Then I said, “Beauty is a terrible power!” And she retorted, “Human beings fear all things,
even yourselves. You fear heaven, the source of spiritual peace; you fear nature,
the haven of rest and tranquillity; you fear the God of goodness and accuse him
of anger, while he is full of love and mercy.”

After a deep silence, mingled with sweet dreams, I asked, “Speak to me of that beauty
which the people interpret and define, each one according to his own conception;
I have seen her honoured and worshipped in different ways and manners.”

She answered, “Beauty is that which attracts your soul, and that which loves to give and
not to receive. When you meet Beauty, you feel that the hands deep within your inner
self are stretched forth to bring her into the domain of your heart. It is the magnificence
combined of sorrow and joy; it is the Unseen which you see, and the Vague which you
understand, and the Mute which you hear – it is the Holy of Holies that begins in
yourself and ends vastly beyond your earthly imagination.”

Then the Nymph of the Jungle approached me and laid her scented hands upon my eyes.
And as she withdrew, I found me alone in the valley. When I returned to the city,
whose turbulence no longer vexed me, I repeated her words:

“Beauty is that which attracts your soul,
and that which loves to give and not to receive.”

6 thoughts on “before the throne of beauty

    • Right, no one could.

      Thank you so much Pak Subhan.

      ps: Maaf saya tidak dengar, mungkin anda punya rekamannya…, kalao boleh saya akan senang sekali mendengarnya.
      Saya yakin anda dapat berbuat yang terbaik untuk bangsa kita. Saya sungguh bangga dan mendoakan
      yang terbaikm untuk anda & keluarga. Aamiin.
      Best wishes.

  1. Absolutely Gorgeous! And so true.

    Then I said, “Beauty is a terrible power!” And she retorted, “Human beings fear all things,
    even yourselves.

    I find this passage the truth of myself. For so long I feared who I was and how others saw me. I am so blessed that now when I look in the mirror I see the Divine Spirit within, created by God for the love of me. Thanks for this refection of truth. mary

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