And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime.
And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered.
For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.
There are those among you who seek the talkative through fear of being alone.
The silence of aloneness reveals to their eyes their naked selves and they would escape.
And there are those who talk, and without knowledge or forethought reveal a truth which they themselves do not understand.
And there are those who have the truth within them, but they tell it not in words.
In the bosom of such as these the spirit dwells in rhythmic silence.
When you meet your friend on the roadside or in the market place, let the spirit in you move your lips and direct your tongue.
Let the voice within your voice speak to the ear of his ear;
For his soul will keep the truth of your heart as the taste of the wine is remembered
When the colour is forgotten and the vessel is no more.
And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered.
For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.
There are those among you who seek the talkative through fear of being alone.
The silence of aloneness reveals to their eyes their naked selves and they would escape.
And there are those who talk, and without knowledge or forethought reveal a truth which they themselves do not understand.
And there are those who have the truth within them, but they tell it not in words.
In the bosom of such as these the spirit dwells in rhythmic silence.
When you meet your friend on the roadside or in the market place, let the spirit in you move your lips and direct your tongue.
Let the voice within your voice speak to the ear of his ear;
For his soul will keep the truth of your heart as the taste of the wine is remembered
When the colour is forgotten and the vessel is no more.
"Vous parlez quand vous cessez d'être en paix avec vos pensées;
Et quand vous vous lassez d'habiter la solitude de votre coeur vous allez vivre sur vos lèvres, et les sons qui s'en échappent vous servent de divertissement et de passe-temps.
Et souvent vous noyez la moitié de vos pensées sous les flots de vos paroles.
Car bien que la pensée soit un oiseau éthéré, qui pourrait déployer ses ailes dans une cage de mots mais ne saurait s'envoler.
Certains d'entre vous recherchent les bavards par crainte de rester seuls.
Comme ils se sentent mis à nu par le silence de la solitude, ils préfèrent alors le fuir.
Et d'autres parmi vous qui parlent, et sans le savoir ni le prévoir de leur bouche sort une vérité dont ils ignorent la portée.
Il en est également qui portent la vérité en eux-mêmes, et la transmettent sans passer par la parole.
C'est en leur sein que se love l'esprit en silence rythmé.
Quand vous rencontrez un ami au bord de la route ou sur la place du marché, que l'esprit en vous anime vos lèvres et inspire votre langue.
Que la voix en votre voix parle à l'oreille de son oreille ;
Car son âme gardera la vérité de votre coeur comme le palais se souvient du bouquet du vin.
Même si sa couleur est oubliée, même si la coupe n'est plus".
-- Khalil Gibran, Le Prophète / The Prophet
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