Pabila cinta memanggilmu by Kahlil Gibran

Apabila cinta memanggilmu… 

ikutilah dia walau jalannya berliku-liku… 

Dan, pabila sayapnya merangkulmu… 

pasrahlah serta menyerah, 

walau pedang tersembunyi di sela sayap itu melukaimu…

Aku ingin mencintaimu dengan sederhana… 

seperti kata yang tak sempat diucapkan kayu kepada api yang menjadikannya abu…

Aku ingin mencintaimu dengan sederhana… 

seperti isyarat yang tak sempat dikirimkan awan kepada hujan yang menjadikannya tiada…

To me, fair friend, you never can be old

To me, fair friend, you never can be old

For as you were when first your eye I eyed

Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold

Have from the forests shook three summers' pride

Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned

In process of the seasons have I seen

Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burned

Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.

Ah! yet doth beauty like a dial-hand

Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived

So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand

Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceived

For fear of which, hear this thou age unbred

Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead.