Thursday, June 14, 2007

For all parents in all over the world!

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.

Taken from Kahlil Gibran's The Prophet

ps. Mom, dad, should I translate it into buginese? :)


Rangga said...

:D :D Duh Yani kenapa curhatnya dalem banget si??? What's wrong with U.

Walau kau bersedih janganlah menangis

Tersenyumlah meski kau terluka
Ku tau kau sedih janganlah berlarut
Tersenyumlah dunia kan bersinar
Kalau duka menyerang jiwa biar hanya hati yang merasa
Tersenyum yang manis biar dunia lebih
Bersinar cerah

Kini kau tak sedih ku jadi bahagia
Memandang mu tersenyumlah dunia kan bersinar

yani said...

Dear Mr.Gho-Ku :)
I thought it was the end of my world.
But Im ok now. Theres nothing to be sad about. I have new dream now :)
Btw, tu liriknya naif yg judulnya apaan?