Chapter 20 music short chapter

I sat beside the lover of my heart and listened to her.I was silent and listened quietly.I felt that there was a power in her voice that made my heart tremble.That electric shock separates me from myself, and my heart soars into infinite space, where it swims.It sees the world as a dream and the body as a narrow cell. A strange magic has flowed into my beloved's voice, and it controls my emotions as it pleases.By the magic that satisfies me without words, I have neglected her words. People, she is music!I heard her--when my love sighed after certain love-words, or smiled in some love-words; I heard her--when she spoke sometimes in broken speech, language, and sometimes speaking in a language half on the lips.

With my auditory eyes, I saw the impact of my lover's heart.She allowed me to concentrate on the gems of emotion she expressed through her music—the voice of the heart—rather than savoring the precious understanding of her language. Yes, music is the language of the soul, and melody is the breeze that stirs the strings of emotion.She is the slender hand knocking on the door of feeling again.She awakened the memory, and the memory pursued and reproduced all the past events that had affected her. Music is a soft tune that calls.If she is sad, she brings back memories of painful and sad times; if she is cheerful, she brings back memories of happy and happy times.She puts what she recalls on the pages of her imagination.

Music is a collection of melancholy sounds.When you hear her, she stops you, fills your heart with pain and anxiety, and like a phantom phantom paints misfortune for you. She is again a compilation of cheerful melodies.You feel her and she takes over you, and she dances between your breasts. This article is Gibran's earliest formally published work, which was published in the American Arab Diaspora in the year of lop. She is the straining sound of the strings, which floats to your ears with etheric waves.She may be a hot tear from your eye, caused by the pain of a lover's separation or the pain of a wound where the teeth of time gnawed.She may turn into a smile that breaks from your lips, a smile that is actually a sign of happiness and well-being.

She is the body of the dying: it has a soul, from desire; it has reason, from the heart. Man appears, and music inspires him, as a language from above.Unlike other languages, she speaks of the secrets of the heart, from heart to heart, because she is the whisper of the heart.She is like love, whose influence extends over all human beings.Then the barbarians in the desert sang and chanted, and the kings in the palace trembled from side to side.The bereaved mother intertwines her with her mourning, when she breaks the heart of the hardened; when the rejoicing spreads her with her joy, she is an inspiration to be struck down by calamity A hymn for the author.She is also like the sun, which illuminates all the flowers in the field with sunlight.

Music is like a bright light, driving away the darkness in the heart, illuminating the atrium, and revealing everything hidden in the heart.Music seems to me to be a shadow of my true self, or an illusion of living sensation.The mind is like a mirror, standing in front of every event and every actor in the world, reflecting the pictures of those feelings and those illusions. The soul is a tender flower before the wind of judgment, the morning wind blows it, and the morning dew bends its slender stems.It is also the cry of a bird, which wakes people up from their blindness.So people listen to it, feel it, and sing the wisdom with it—the sweet song of the bird and the creator of its own subtle emotions.That cry aroused his thinking power, so he asked himself and his surroundings, what kind of secret could the song of this insignificant little bird reveal, which could touch the strings of his emotions and enlighten him to the past? The meaning contained in the work?He explored and asked: Is the bird calling the flowers in the field, or imitating the soft skills in the treetops?Is it imitating the gurgling of flowing springs, or is it expressing friendship with the whole nature?But he couldn't find an answer.

One cannot understand what the bird on the branch is saying, nor the jingling of the spring water flowing gently on the pebbles, or the sound of the waves slowly pushing towards the shore.He did not understand the stories that the rain told incessantly dripping on the leaves, and the stories that it told when it tapped the glass windows with its soft fingertips.He also didn't understand what kind of emotion the breeze told the flowers in the field.But he felt that his heart knew and understood the meaning of all these sounds, and that was why it now trembled with joy, and now throbbed with sorrow and vexation.Some voices called to him in a hidden language, and wisdom placed them before his natural nature, so that his heart communicated with nature, while he himself was silent, hesitant and bewildered, and stood aside.Perhaps tears replaced his language, because tears are the best conveyer of words.

Time is with me.O sane man!Step up to the stage of memory, to see what place music has among those peoples that time has hidden.come!Let us consider what influence music has left on the various stages of the development of the Son of Adam. The Dillides and the Egyptians worshiped music as a great god, bowed down to it, and praised it.Persians and Indians believe that music is the soul of God on earth.A Persian once said: "Music was originally a fairy of the gods in the sky. She fell in love with human beings and descended from the sky to the earth to find her beloved. Then the fairy broke up the wind in the air, and the wind spread to all corners of the world. The fairy herself is not dead, absolutely not! She lives, and dwells in the ears of men."

An Indian sage also said: "The sweet melody strengthens my hope of a good eternal existence." Music was a god to the Greeks and Romans.To him they built great temples, and still tell us of their grand altars, and offer the best sacrifices and the sweetest incense.This god they called Apollo.They pictured him in all perfection, and made him stand out as the river raises the trees.Apollo plays the piano with his left hand and plucks the strings with his right. He is majestic and imposing. His eyes stare into the distance, as if he has seen the deep meaning of all things. People say that the sound of Apollo's strings is the echo of nature, the natural sound he translated from the singing of birds, the murmur of running water, the blowing of the breeze and the swaying of branches.

In their mythology it is said that the music on the strings of Orpheus moved the hearts of animals so that all the ferocious beasts followed him.The same is true of plants: flowers Refers to humans. Refers to the peoples of the ancient Mesopotamia. The god of music in Greek mythology.He stretched his neck to look around, the branches swayed towards him, and even inanimate objects moved. They say that the daughters of evil killed Orpheus, and they threw his head and banjo into the sea.The head and the lyre floated on the sea, and finally floated to an island, which the Greeks called "Song Island".

The waves, they say, bearing the head of Orpheus and the banjo, have since then wove out of its voice moving dirges and melancholy tunes, and the tunes of this song have been carried through space, and the sailors can be heard. These words, after the glory of that nation, we call fantasies of fancy, dreams created by the imagination.But these words testify to how deep and how great the influence of music was on the hearts of the Greeks.They say this out of a healthy faith.If it is a poetic exaggeration to call these words springing from a delicate feeling and a love of beauty, what shall we do?According to the usual saying of poets.This is poetry.

Assyrian ruins leave us with paintings depicting the king's procession marching, led by musical instruments.Their historians talk to us about music, and they say it is a badge of honor in festivals, a sign of happiness in festivals.Yes, for happiness without music is a girl with her tongue cut out.Music is the tongue of every nation on earth.They sing praises to their goddess with carols.Singing carols was then—and still is—an obligation, as much as their prayers in temples and as living sacrifices to the power they worship.Sacred offerings begin with inward emotion.Prayer is also the correction of those results which are caused by the guidance of the heart and the tremors of the emotions.The free style not to be loved by words but to be ostentatious by words was brought about by King David's remorse.Then his hymns filled the land of Palestine, and his melancholy created melodies of passion born of penitence and sorrow of heart.His reed flute appears as an intermediary between him and God, asking for him forgiveness for his neglect.From the depths of his heart the throbbing of his harp went through his veins to the tips of his fingers, so that the work of those fingers was great to God and to man.He said, "Shout for the Lord! Praise him with the trumpet! Praise him with the flute and harp! Praise him with the tambourine and tambourine! Praise him with the harp and the organ! Now! Praise him with cheers! Let everyone praise the Lord. The Bible says: When the end of time comes, an angel blows his trumpet all over the world, and souls rise up , clothed their flesh and raised them up before the creditor. The writer of this verse highly praises Music, he gave music the status of a messenger sent by God to the soul of man.What the author utters is only a picture of his feelings, only in a certain way of speaking in accordance with the beliefs of his contemporaries. According to legend, at the beginning of the tragedy of the Son of Man, the disciples sang praises before setting off for the olive grove where their teacher was captured.I still seem to hear this hymn of praise from the hearts of the wretched, who, seeing some misfortune about to befall the Messenger of Peace, sing a sweet tune in place of their farewell. Music marches ahead of the armies, toward war.She renews their fiery determination, inspires their fighting spirit, gathers their stragglers like gravity, and forms them into an inseparable team.The poet does not march at the head of the battalion, to the field of battle, to the place of death, no, neither does the orator.Pens and books do not accompany them, but music walks in front of them, like a great commander, giving their weakened bodies an indescribable power, arousing in their hearts the love of victory, thus overcoming Their hunger and thirst and the fatigue of the march, they went all out to fight.They followed the music, rejoicing, and followed death to the land of the wicked enemy.Thus the sons of men use the most holy things in the world to popularize the evils of the world. Music is the shepherd's companion when he is alone.The shepherd sat on a rock among his flock, and played a tune on his reed flute that his sheep could understand, so the sheep grazed obediently.For the shepherds, the reed flute is like an inseparable friend, a lovely partner, replacing the terrible silence of the valley with the bustling pastures, driving away loneliness with touching music tunes, and filling the space with sweetness and warmth. Music guides the traveler's camel sedan, relieves the fatigue of the journey, and shortens the distance of the long road.So good camels no longer walk in the desert wilderness, unless they hear the singing that drives them; camel teams no longer accept heavy loads, unless a camel bell is tied around the camel's neck.It is not a feat in our time for wise men to tame wild beasts with all kinds of music, and to tame them with sweet songs. Music accompanies our souls, walks with us through all stages of life, and shares joys and sorrows with us.Music, like an angel in our happy days, is like a sympathetic relative in our hard and difficult days. Refers to Jesus Christ. The baby came to our world from the hidden world, and the midwife and relatives greeted his birth with joyful singing.A song of joy to welcome the baby into the world.When the infant sees the light, he greets him with a cry, and they respond to him with a cry of joy.It was as if they had a musical race against time to see who would tell him the wisdom of God first. When the baby cries, his mother approaches him with her own loving singing.He ceased crying, delighted at the tune embodying his mother's love, and fell asleep comfortably.There is a power, a hypnotic power, in the mother's melodious tune that makes her child hang down her eyes.She kneaded stillness into those soft tunes, and so sweetened them; took the fear out of them, and made them motherly, till the baby overcomes sleeplessness, and sleeps, and his heart flies to the world of the soul.A child cannot sleep if its mother speaks in the tongue of Cicero or reads Ibn Farid. A man who chooses his life partner carefully, whose two hearts are united by the bond of marriage.They heeded the counsel that wisdom had written on their hearts from the beginning, and loved ones and close friends gathered together, and when the newlyweds were married, they sang carols and pops, and let the music be the witnesses .In the gathering Sabbath, I seem to be her,--a terrible voice mingled with sweetness, a voice that sings to God in His creation, a voice that awakens sleeping life, and lets it advance, spread and fill the earth . When death comes, the music shows another scene of the life story, we hear the voice of mourning, we seem to see her fill the space with the shadow of grief.In the hour of anguish, when the heart bids farewell to the shores of this fair world and flies to the eternal sea, and leaves her material skeleton in the hands of singers and mourners, they cry out in mournful tones, they Cover the material entity with wet earth, let him sleep in the grave, and mourn him in oppressive tones and songs of sorrow and anxiety-they repeat those tunes as long as the loess is on the loess.Once they become old, their echoes remain in the cells of man as long as the mind is thinking of the dead. Cicero (before 143Mlod): Ancient Roman orator, statesman, philosopher. Ibn Falid (1181-1235): Ancient Arabic poet, Sufi, famous for his poems recording spiritual life. I sat down with a man whom God had gifted with a great voice, and God had gifted him with the philosophical understanding to compose songs.I saw the audience crowding around him, listening, feeling small.Breathless and motionless, they gazed at him like poets bowing down to the potent power that revealed their many strange secrets.When the singers had finished, they sighed for a long time—"Ah!—Ah! This is a sigh from the hearts whose deep emotions are stirred up by the tune! And this sigh is to these hearts. How sweet!" Ah! ! " is the exclamation of a thirsty heart stirred by memory; "Ah! ! " is a small word, but it is a long speech; "Ah! ! "Not the voice of one who hears the singer or sees the singer's face, but the sigh of one who puts out his ear to a tune made of staccato voices. The living breath shows him A chapter of his past life story, or revealing a secret hidden in his heart. How I examine the face of a sensitive listener!I saw his facial expression, frowning for a while, stretching his face for a while, changing with the flip of the tune.I read his character by his actions, and his heart by his appearance. Music is like poetry and painting, expressing the different states of people, depicting the glimpses of the heart, expounding the illusions of the spirit, casting into shape the things that roam in the mind, and explaining the best wishes of the body. Naharwind "Chuanghawind" represents the separation of lovers and farewell to the motherland, describes the last glimpse of a dear traveler, and expresses the great pain in the heart, especially the burning of the fire of missing. A voice from the depths of sorrow, the cry of an outcast seeking some kind of sympathy for himself before exhaustion on a long journey, the long sigh of a disappointed man brought about by misery, the long sigh of a miserable man crushed by endurance The wail of the desperate. The Naharvind song represents autumn, and it represents the withered and yellow leaves falling quietly, being mocked by the autumn wind and blowing away. The Naharvind song is the prayer of the mother of the wanderer who traveled far away. After the son left, She can't sleep at night, wrestling with longing. Son's travels attack her with disappointments, she resists with patience and hope. In Naharvind there is one meaning, no, many meanings; there are many secrets , the heart knows them, the spirit knows them. There are many secrets, the tongue tries to tell them, the pen tube tries to reveal them, but the lips dry up and the pen tube breaks. isfa militia I listened to the song "Isfahan", and I saw—with my auditory eyes, the last chapter of the story of a dying lover.His lover died, his hopes were shattered, and he wept and wailed with the last of his life, and mourned with what was left of him.Isfahan is the last breath of a dying man on the boat of death, between the shore of life and the sea of ​​eternity.Isfahan is a self-mourning with intermittent choking and deep sighs, a tune whose echoes are the bitterness of death and sorrow and the sweet silence of tears and loyalty. If the Naharvind song is the longing of a person who lives with some hope, then the Isfahan song is the groan of the person whose ring of hope has been broken. Saba We listened to the song "Saba", and our hearts shrouded in darkness woke up.The heart wakes up and dances in the chest.Saba is the melody of happy people, it makes people forget their sorrows, seek joy, and drink joy.The man has tasted a strange delicacy and wants more.He seemed to know that the spirit of pleasure was competing with the delicacy, and so he kept his sobriety.Saba is the love words of a joyous lover who conquers time and distance.The silence of the night made him happy to meet a beautiful lover in a distant field.The tryst brought him joy and joy.The saba song blows like a gust of breeze, causing the flowers in the field to sway and nod cheerfully to it. Lasder In the silence of the night, "Lasde" has a rhythm steeped in emotion, recounting the influence of those love words in a letter from a precious friend.He was in a distant country, cut off the news.Suddenly, a letter came, revived hope, and promised Xin'er a reunion.I am like a rasd singer, spreading the news that the dawn is near and the darkness is gone.As the saying goes: "If your night is over, run after it!" The word "breeze" used here is consistent with "Saba" in form and pronunciation. In the Baalbek Complaint, there is an exquisite piece between reproach and reprimand, whose tune is a mixture of exciting Naharwind and pleasant saba. Zhiquzi can play the dual role of the above two tunes in people's hearts. Now, I have written these many pages.I see myself as a child copying a passage out of the long hymn that the angels sang when God formed the first man.Perhaps I am like an illiterate, memorizing a sentence from a book written by wisdom; written on the title page of emotion before time. Ah, music!O holy Alterabi!Your artistic sisters have been dancing for some time in the past centuries, and for some time they have been placed in the deep house of oblivion.You laugh at them because you haven't left the stage of your heart for a day.You are like the echo of that first kiss that Adam put on Eve's lips.Echoes have echoes, and echoes of echoes have echoes.They pass on, reincarnate, surround everything and live by everything.To their workers, their work is interesting; others, gifted, rejoice in their exploits through the enjoyment of hearing. O daughter of heart and love!A vessel for the bitter juice and sweet spring of love!Visions of the human mind!Fruit of sorrow and flower of joy!Fragrance rising from the bouquet of gathered affections!O lover's tongue and bearer of lover's secrets 2 Artisan who makes pearls of tears out of hidden feelings!O revelator of poetry and maker of rhyme necklaces!A master who unites the scraps of thought and language!The editor who compiled the book of feelings with the elements of beauty!O wine of the soul that lifts the drinker to the highest heights of the world of illusions!O Inspirer of the Soldiers!Purifier of the minds of worshipers!The fluctuation of the ether carrying the shadow of the heart!O graceful and gentle sea!To your waves we commit our souls, to your depths our hearts!Please take them to the other side of the material, let us see the feelings of the soul in the nether world, let's enrich it!The feeling of the soul, expand it a little more!Let those who have arms raise their arms to build the universe for these great gods!O angel of revelation, come down to the hearts of the poets!Pour into their intelligence cells the hymns and prayers of this great saint!O imaginations of painters and sculptors, expand further!Create images and shadows for her! "Lasd" is the same root as the verb "to catch up" used here. The bride of the ancient Greek god of music. ——The hidden meaning of the original note. O inhabitants of the earth!Pay homage to her priests and priestesses2 and hold a festival in honor of her servants!Raise statues for them!All nations of the world, pray for her!Pay homage to Orpheus, David, and Mao Suili!Read Beethoven, Wagner, Mozart more reverently!Sing, O Syria, in the name of Kiir Halebi!Sing, O Egypt, in the name of Abdul Hamuri!O world, honor those who spread themselves in your sky, and fill the air with their lovely souls!Respect those who teach human beings to listen with their ears and listen with their hearts!Amen!