SIMON THE CYRENE . پسر انسان ، نوشته جبران خلیل جبران نویسنده لبنانی

 

Kahlil Gibran (full Arabic name Gibran Khalil Gibran with the more standard spelling Khalil;  (January 6, 1883 – April 10, 1931) was aLebanece – American artist , poet and writer

(His once works is Jesus, The Son of Man (1928

SIMON THE CYRENE

He who Carried the Cross

I was on my way to the fields when I saw Him carrying His cross; and multitudes were

.following Him

.Then I too walked beside Him

.His burden stopped Him many a time, for His body was exhausted

;Then a Roman soldier approached me, saying, “Come, you are strong and firm built

carry the cross of this man.”

.When I heard these words my heart swelled within me and I was grateful

.And I carried His cross

It was heavy, for it was made of poplar soaked through with the rains of winter

And Jesus looked at me. And the sweat of His forehead was running down upon His

.beard

Again He looked at me and He said, “Do you too drink this cup? You shall indeed sip its

.rim with me to the end of time

So saying He placed His hand upon my free shoulder. And we walked together towards

.the Hill of the Skull

But now I felt not the weight of the cross. I felt only His hand. And it was like the wing

.of a bird upon my shoulder

Then we reached the hill top, and there they were to crucify Him

.And then I felt the weight of the tree

He uttered no word when they drove the nails into His hands and feet, nor made He any

sound.

.And His limbs did not quiver under the hammer

It seemed as if His hands and feet had died and would only live again when bathed in

blood. Yet it seemed also as if He sought the nails as the prince would seek the sceptre;

.and that He craved to be raised to the heights

.And my heart did not think to pity Him, for I was too filled to wonder

.Now, the man whose cross I carried has become my cross

Should they say to me again, “Carry the cross of this man,” I would carry it till my road

ended at the grave.

.But I would beg Him to place His hand upon my shoulder

This happened many years ago; and still whenever I follow the furrow in the field, and in

that drowsy moment before sleep, I think always of that Beloved Man.

.And I feel His winged hand, here, on my left shoulder