This is from Kahlil Gibran's The Prophet:
Shall the day of parting be the day gathering?
And shall it be said that my eve was in truth my dawn?
And what shall I give unto him who has left his plough in midfurrow, or to him who has stopped the wheel of his winepress?
Shall my heart become a tree heavy-laden with fruit that I may gather and give unto them?
And shall my desires flow like a fountain that I may fill their cups?
Am I a harp that the hand of the mighty may touch me, or a flute that his breath may pass through me?
A seeker of silences am I, and what treasure have I found in silences that I may dispense with confidence?
If this is my day of harvest, in what fields have I sowed the seed, and in what unremembered seasons?
If this indeed be the hour in which I lift my lantern, it is not my flame that shall burn therein.
Empty and dark shall I raise my lantern, and the guardian of the night shall fill it with oil and he shall light it also.
You know what's even cooler?
All of that was summed up in one line in Anand Sahib:
Eh sareera mereya, iss jag meh aaye kai, kya tudh karam kamaaya?
Amazing. Just amazing.
