Khalil Gibran

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Khalil Gibran From The Garden of The Prophet “Pity the nation that is full of beliefs and empty of religion. Pity the nation that wears a cloth it does not weave and eats a bread it does not harvest. Pity the nation that acclaims the bully as hero, and that deems the glittering conqueror bountiful. Pity a nation that despises a passion in its dream, yet submits in its awakening. Pity the nation that raises not its voice save when it walks in a funeral, boasts not except among its ruins, and will rebel not save when its neck is laid between the sword and the block. Pity the nation whose statesman is a fox, whose philosopher is a juggler, and whose art is the art of patching and mimicking.

From The Garden of The Prophet

“Pity the nation
that is full of beliefs and empty of religion.
Pity the nation
that wears a cloth it does not weave
and eats a bread
it does not harvest.
Pity the nation
that acclaims the bully as hero,
and that deems
the glittering conqueror bountiful.
Pity a nation
that despises a passion in its dream,
yet submits
in its awakening.
Pity the nation
that raises not its voice
save when
it walks in a funeral,
boasts not except among its ruins,
and will rebel not save
when its neck is laid
between the sword and the block.
Pity the nation
whose statesman is a fox,
whose philosopher is a juggler,
and whose art is the art
of patching and mimicking.