先知园 第四章（3）

    “my comrades and my beloved, be bold and not meek; be spacious and not confined; and until my final hour and yours be indeed your greater self.”

    and he ceased speaking and there fell a deep gloom upon the nine, and their heart ed for the sea; and they  refuge.

    and almustafa  nothing, nor looking upon them.

    and they began to reason among themselves and to seek excuse for their longing to be gone.

    and behold, they turned and ht rave-side of his mother and sat beneath the cedar-tree rereat light upon the sky, and the garden shone like a fair jeenerous in heart, to come and break his fast upon my first yieldings to the sun and thus ease me of the ht of mine o over es. is there no thirsty one to come and drink?

    “behold, there  at the cross-roads , ‘pity me, and take from me. in god’s name, take out of my hands and console me.’

    “but the passers-by only looked upon him, and none took out of his hand.

    “gar stretching forth his hand to receive —ay, a shivering hand, and brought back empty to his bosom— than to stretch it forth full of rich gifts and find none to receive.

    “and behold, there racious prince n to the stranger and the ht fetch a guest. but the roads and the paths of the desert , and they found no one.

    “ food and shelter. ht but his staff and an earthen vessel. for then at nightfall gary and their remembrances and their dreng.

    “and behold, the daughter of the great king rose from sleep and put upon her her silken raiment and her pearls and rubies, and she scattered musk upon her hair and dipped her fingers in amber. then she descended from her toarden, ht found her golden sandals.

    “in the stillness of the night the daughter of a ploughman, tending his sheep in a field, and returning to her father’s house at eventide  roads upon her feet, and the fragrance of the vineyards in the folds of her garment.and ht is come, and the angel of the night is upon the  her heart for incense, that her heart may rise to the  her spirit, a candle, for a light arising toreater light, together  in the sun and remembering ht ht, and his spirit ain:

    “heavy-laden is my soul  reater than the grief of the beggar to ive.</p>

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