Analysis of The Beauty of Death XIV

Khalil Gibran 1883 (Bsharri) – 1931 (New York City)



Part One - The Calling

Let me sleep, for my soul is intoxicated with love and
Let me rest, for my spirit has had its bounty of days and nights;
Light the candles and burn the incense around my bed, and
Scatter leaves of jasmine and roses over my body;
Embalm my hair with frankincense and sprinkle my feet with perfume,
And read what the hand of Death has written on my forehead.

Let me rest in the arms of Slumber, for my open eyes are tired;
Let the silver-stringed lyre quiver and soothe my spirit;
Weave from the harp and lute a veil around my withering heart.

Sing of the past as you behold the dawn of hope in my eyes, for
It's magic meaning is a soft bed upon which my heart rests.

Dry your tears, my friends, and raise your heads as the flowers
Raise their crowns to greet the dawn.
Look at the bride of Death standing like a column of light
Between my bed and the infinite;
Hold your breath and listen with me to the beckoning rustle of
Her white wings.

Come close and bid me farewell; touch my eyes with smiling lips.
Let the children grasp my hands with soft and rosy fingers;
Let the ages place their veined hands upon my head and bless me;
Let the virgins come close and see the shadow of God in my eyes,
And hear the echo of His will racing with my breath.

Part Two - The Ascending

I have passed a mountain peak and my soul is soaring in the
Firmament of complete and unbound freedom;
I am far, far away, my companions, and the clouds are
Hiding the hills from my eyes.
The valleys are becoming flooded with an ocean of silence, and the
Hands of oblivion are engulfing the roads and the houses;
The prairies and fields are disappearing behind a white specter
That looks like the spring cloud, yellow as the candlelight
And red as the twilight.

The songs of the waves and the hymns of the streams
Are scattered, and the voices of the throngs reduced to silence;
And I can hear naught but the music of Eternity
In exact harmony with the spirit's desires.
I am cloaked in full whiteness;
I am in comfort; I am in peace.

Part Three - The Remains

Unwrap me from this white linen shroud and clothe me
With leaves of jasmine and lilies;
Take my body from the ivory casket and let it rest
Upon pillows of orange blossoms.
Lament me not, but sing songs of youth and joy;
Shed not tears upon me, but sing of harvest and the winepress;
Utter no sigh of agony, but draw upon my face with your
Finger the symbol of Love and Joy.
Disturb not the air's tranquility with chanting and requiems,
But let your hearts sing with me the song of Eternal Life;
Mourn me not with apparel of black,
But dress in color and rejoice with me;
Talk not of my departure with sighs in your hearts; close
Your eyes and you will see me with you forevermore.

Place me upon clusters of leaves and
Carry my upon your friendly shoulders and
Walk slowly to the deserted forest.
Take me not to the crowded burying ground lest my slumber
Be disrupted by the rattling of bones and skulls.
Carry me to the cypress woods and dig my grave where violets
And poppies grow not in the other's shadow;
Let my grave be deep so that the flood will not
Carry my bones to the open valley;
Let my grace be wide, so that the twilight shadows
Will come and sit by me.

Take from me all earthly raiment and place me deep in my
Mother Earth; and place me with care upon my mother's breast.
Cover me with soft earth, and let each handful be mixed
With seeds of jasmine, lilies and myrtle; and when they
Grow above me, and thrive on my body's element they will
Breathe the fragrance of my heart into space;
And reveal even to the sun the secret of my peace;
And sail with the breeze and comfort the wayfarer.

Leave me then, friends - leave me and depart on mute feet,
As the silence walks in the deserted valley;
Leave me to God and disperse yourselves slowly, as the almond
And apple blossoms disperse under the vibration of Nisan's breeze.
Go back to the joy of your dwellings and you will find there
That which Death cannot remove from you and me.
Leave with place, for what you see here is far away in meaning
From the earthly world. Leave me.


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Poetic Form
Metre 11010 11111110100110 1111110111101101 10100100101110 10111001010110 011111001011101 01101111101110 11100111011101110 1010111001110 110101010111001 1101110101110111 110101011011111 1111101111010 1111101 11011110101011 011100100 1110101110100101 011 1101111111101 10101111101010 101011110111011 101011010111011 0101011110111 110010 111010101111000 110100110 11110110100011 1001111 010101010111011000 1101001010010010 010011010010110 111011101010 01101 01101001101 110001010101110 01111101010100 0011001010010 1110110 110101101 11001 011111101011 11110010 111010100100111 011011010 01111111101 11101111110001 1011110011011111 100101101 01101010011001 11111110110101 111101011 1101000111 1111010110111 1101111111 110110110 10101110100 1101001010 111101010011110 101010101101 1011010101111100 0101100101 11111110111 1011101010 1111111011 110111 1111101011101 10101111011101 101111011111 1111010010011 101101111010011 1010111011 00110101010111 0110101001 111111001111 101010001010 111100101101010 0101001100010111 11101111001111 11110011101 111111111101010 1010111
Closest metre Iambic hexameter
Characters 4,103
Words 785
Sentences 24
Stanzas 14
Stanza Lengths 1, 6, 3, 2, 6, 5, 1, 9, 6, 1, 14, 11, 8, 8
Lines Amount 81
Letters per line (avg) 40
Words per line (avg) 10
Letters per stanza (avg) 231
Words per stanza (avg) 56
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Submitted on May 13, 2011

Modified on April 19, 2023

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