Copiii

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Despre copii

de Khalil Gibran

Copiii vostri nu sunt copiii vostri.
Sunt fiii si fiicele chemarii vietii la viata.
Vin prin voi, dar nu din voi.
Si chiar daca sunt alaturi de voi, nu va apartin.
Puteti sa le daruiti dragostea, dar nu si gandurile voastre.
Caci ei au propriile lor ganduri.


Le puteti adaposti corpurile, dar nu si sufletele
caci sufletele lor locuiesc in casa zilei de maine,
pe care n-o puteti vizita nici macar in vis.
Va puteti stradui sa fiti ca si ei, dar nu incercati sa-i faceti ca voi.
Caci viata nu merge inapoi si nici nu zaboveste la ziua de ieri.


Voi sunteti arcurile din care copiii vostri sunt trimisi ca sageti vii.
Arcasul vede semnul pe calea infinitului
si va indoaie cu puterea Lui pentru ca sagetile Lui sa zboare usor si departe.
Lasati arcasul sa va indoaie intru bucurie;
Caci asa cum El iubeste sageata care zboara
la fel iubeste si arcul care e fix.


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On Children

by Kahlil Gibran

Your children are not your children.

They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.

They come through you but not from you,

And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts.

For they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies but not their souls,

For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.

For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.

Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;

For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.