Song of the wave 
by Gibran Khalil Gibran



The strong shore is my beloved And I am his sweetheart. We are at last united by love, and
Then the moon draws me from him. I go to him in haste and depart Reluctantly, with many
Little farewells. 

I steal swiftly from behind the Blue horizon to cast the silver of My foam upon the gold of his
sand, and We blend in melted brillance. I quench his thirst and submerge his Heart; he softens
my voice and subdues My temper. At dawn I recite the rules of love upon His ears, and he
embraces me longingly. 

At eventide I sing to him the song of Hope, and then print smooth hisses upon His face; I am
swift and fearful, but he Is quiet, patient, and thoughtful. His Broad bosom soothes my
restlessness. 

As the tide comes we caress each other, When it withdraws, I drop to his feet in Prayer. Many
times have I danced around mermaids As they rose from the depths and rested Upon my crest
to watch the stars; Many times have I heard lovers complain Of their smallness, and I helped
them to sigh. 

Many times have I teased the great rocks And fondled them with a smile, but never Have I
recieved laughter from them; 
Many times have I lifted drowning souls And carried them tenderly to my beloved Shore. He
gives them strength as he 
Takes mine. 

Many times have I stolen gems from the Depths and presented them to my beloved Shore. He
takes them in silence, but still I give fro he welcomes me ever. 

In the heaviness of night, when all Creatures seek the ghost of Slumber, I Sit up, singing at
one time and sighing At another. I am awake always. 

Alas! Sleeplessness has weakened me! But I am a lover, and the truth of love Is strong.I may
be weary, but I shall never die.