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My Friend (1819) by Kahlil Gibran | A Poem on Loneliness, Friendship, and the Art of Masking Oneself

Narrated by Daniel Avinash www.danielavinash.com All Rights Reserved Performed, recorded and mastered in Melbourne, Australia by Daniel Avinash Music: "Call Of The Shepherd" by Yeghishe Manukyan This poem speaks about two friends having vastly different approaches to life. It also speaks on how the writer hides his real character, keeps his isolation and madness all to himself. Perhaps, the speaker doesn’t want to see his friend upset. The writer states that he is different from his friend. He addresses his friend and says he has covered his inner self with a garment to protect himself from his friend’s questions. His friend appears to be optimistic, positive, and lively. However, the speaker lives in the center of unapproachable silence that never allows him to comprehend what his friend says to him. The speaker never allows his friend to know his sufferings or reveal his tormented and devastated inner self to his friend. Moreover, he laughs when his friend admires the transient beauty and love of the world. Despite possessing a miserable soul, the speaker walks happily with his friend on the same track. It is admirable to see that in spite of his troubles; the speaker tries to make his friend happy. Loneliness, friendship, and art of masking are the major themes of this poem. On the surface, the speaker talks about their contrasting personalities, and yet stays with his friend. However, on a deeper note, the speaker illustrates how we manage to hide our innermost selves from the world and even from ourselves. Throughout the poem, he talks about the ideal self we present to the world and hides our imperfections from others. --------------------------- My Friend BY KAHLIL GIBRAN My friend, I am not what I seem. Seeming is but a garment I wear—a care-woven garment that protects me from thy questionings and thee from my negligence. The “I” in me, my friend, dwells in the house of silence, and therein it shall remain for ever more, unperceived, unapproachable. I would not have thee believe in what I say nor trust in what I do—for my words are naught but thy own thoughts in sound and my deeds thy own hopes in action. When thou sayest, “The wind bloweth eastward,” I say, “Aye it doth blow eastward”; for I would not have thee know that my mind doth not dwell upon the wind but upon the sea. Thou canst not understand my seafaring thoughts, nor would I have thee understand. I would be at sea alone. When it is day with thee, my friend, it is night with me; yet even then I speak of the noontide that dances upon the hills and of the purple shadow that steals its way across the valley; for thou canst not hear the songs of my darkness nor see my wings beating against the stars—and I fain would not have thee hear or see. I would be with night alone. When thou ascendest to thy Heaven I descend to my Hell—even then thou callest to me across the unbridgeable gulf, “My companion, my comrade,” and I call back to thee, “My comrade, my companion”—for I would not have thee see my Hell. The flame would burn thy eyesight and the smoke would crowd thy nostrils. And I love my Hell too well to have thee visit it. I would be in Hell alone. Thou lovest Truth, Beauty and Righteousness; and I for thy sake say it is well and seemly to love these things. But in my heart I laught at thy love. Yet I would not have thee see my laughter. I would laugh alone. My friend, thou art good and cautious and wise; nay, thou art perfect—and I, too, speak with thee wisely and cautiously. And yet I am mad. But I mask my madness. I would be mad alone. My friend, thou art not my friend, but how shall I make thee understand? My path is not thy path, yet together we walk, hand in hand. #kahlilgibran #khalilgibran #poem