013. Song Of The Rain. Kahlil Gibran. Recast In The True Poetic Form By P.S.Remesh Chandran

013.

Song Of The Rain. Kahlil Gibran. Recast In The True Poetic Form By P.S.Remesh Chandran
 
Editor, Sahyadri Books & Bloom Books, Trivandrum

By PSRemeshChandra, 11th Apr 2011. [3rd Jan 2011] 

It is alleged that Kahlil Gibran hid his exquisite tunes behind a mask of blank verse to prevent the dull wits and the half wits of his times from enjoying his songs. This song is for the first time recast in the true poetic form by Sahyadri Books & Bloom Books, Trivandrum so that all the world may sing. It is expected that beautiful orchestrations of this immortal song will follow from other quarters of the world.

Through the skies she comes, down to the earth, to sustain a planet.


Clouds in the sky.

Song Of The Rain is included in Kahlil Gibran's famous collection of poems Tears And Laughter. It is written in the form of the rain herself singing her song as she comes down. In scientific perfection, this song can be compared only to P.B.Shelley's Ode To The West Wind, which will leave readers which one excels. Rain is beautifully personified in this song. Gibran was a close observer of not only human nature, but nature's creations and elements also. It is the first time in literary history that someone tells about the inner feelings and thrill of the rain in pouring out, spreading on the ground, seeping into the inner bowels of the earth and sustaining this planet.

Dotted silver threads, delivering love messages.



Rain on trees.

Rain is dotted silver threads dropped from heaven by Gods, which nature takes away then to adorn her fields and valleys. She is beautiful pearls plucked by the Daughter of Dawn from some sovereign's crown, to embellish her gardens. The clouds and fields are lovers and she is a messenger between them. By pouring out the rain cures the cloud and by coming down to the ground she quenches the thirst of the field. The voice of thunder declares her arrival and the rainbow her departure. When she cries coming down the skies the hills laugh, when she reaches the ground the flowers rejoice, and when she has seeped down deep into the soil all things are elated.

Listen to the rain: it is an incessant song.



Shelter in rain under a tree.

Rain emerges from the heart of the sea and soars with the breeze. When she sees a field in need, she descends and downpours and embraces the flowers and trees in her own million little ways. In human houses, she touches the windows with soft gentle fingers and all can hear her welcome song which but the sensitive can understand. She is born out of heat in the air which in her turn she kills, exactly as a woman overcomes a man with the strength she takes from him. Rain is the sigh of the sea, the laughter of the field and the tears of the Heaven and Love. One will wonder how scientific and close Kahlil Gibran was. It was as if he entered the very soul of the Rain to sing on her behalf. This song is only one of Gibran's many exquisite creations. Just listen to the rain: it is the tune that made this song. Gibran did not invent or create a tune for this song, he copied it. Actually he stole it from the rain.

Rivers, meadows and mountains all sing songs after rain.



Wet grass after winter rain.

As the rain reaches earth, life in the planet rejuvenates. Rivers, rivulets, streams, ponds, lakes, lagoons and oceans replenishes. Nature appears as if she has been washed out clean and lain to dry in sunshine. Grass turns lush green, squirrels birds and cows come out and the sky is once more serene. Rivers, meadows and mountains all sing songs after a rain.

Song Of The Rain. The Poem Recast.



Rainbow above water. God' promise to man.

3. SONG OF THE RAIN.

[Slightly edited and recast in the true
poetic form by P.S.Remesh Chandran, Editor,
Sahyadri Books & Bloom Books, Trivandrum]

I am dotted silver - threads
Dropped from heaven by Gods,
Nature takes me then - to
Adorn her fields and valleys.

I am beautiful pearls - plucked
From the crown of Ishtar,
By the daughter of Dawn - to
Embellish her gardens.

Rain, the most joyful thing in this world.



A Song Thrush after a torrential rain.

When I cry the hills laugh - and
When I humble myself
The flowers rejoice, and when I
Bow, all things are elated.

The 'field and cloud are lovers - me a
Messenger of mercy between them,
I quench the thirst of the field - and
Cure th'ailment of the cloud.

The 'voice of thunder declares
My 'arrival and the rainbow
A'nnounces my departure - 'am like
Earthly life which begins at
The 'feet of mad elements, ends
Un'der th'upraised wings of death.

I gently touch the windows with my soft fingers.



Green pasteure, the blessing of the rain.

Heart 'of the sea I emerge from - and
Soar with the breeze. When I see
A 'field in need I descend and
Em'brace the flowers and trees - in my
'Million little ways.

I 'gently touch the windows
With my s'oft fingers - And my
An'nouncement is a welcome - song
'All can hear but only - the sensi-
Tive can understand.

I am the laughter of the field.



Rain on house front and pavement.

I 'am the sigh of the sea,
The laughter of the field,
The 'tears of the Heaven,
'And so is with love.

Sighs 'from deep sea of affection,
Laugh'ter from colourful field
Of 'spirit; and tears from th'endless
'Heaven of memories.

Note

Rain is legendary. It is what caused and preserved life in this planet. Life which arrived in some meteorite particle and remained in the sky was brought down to the earth in a rain. When it rained incessantly for months and months, the world submerged in floods but Noah with a few samples of life forms escaped in his Ark. When water subsided he offered a sacrifice and prayer to God who solaced and assured man that he will never again destroy world through water. As a token of his covenant, he laid his beautiful bow on the rain clouds. After the rain, when the rainbow appears God is reminded of his promise to man that he will not destroy the world again with rain. It is true, after the rainbow there is no rain, though there is excellent scientific reason for the same.

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Pictures Courtesy: Wikimedia Commons
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American Literature, American Poets, Arabic Poets, English Literature, English Poems, English Songs, Kahlil Gibran, Lebanese Poets, P S Remesh Chandran, Poetry, Sahyadri Books And Bloom Books Trivandrum, Song Of The Rain, Songs, Tears And Laughter 


Comments
Rathnashikamani
17th Apr 2011 (#)

Great compilation. A true literary commentary on the poetry of the spiritual poet Kahlil Gibran.
loverme
16th Apr 2011 (#)

The rain.
I think none of us can compose
such exquisite rainy poetry as did Kahlill Gibran of yesterdays.
We all are more proasic than the poetic of the poets
of to day ,
Let us hope some day ,
we can compose poems Kahlil Gibran's ,
innimitable way

Rathnashikamani
17th Apr 2011 (#)

loverme,
Rain inspires.
Your comment is wonderful.
And I saw you got inspired by this and posted a tribute also.

PSRemeshChandra
1st May 2011 (#)

Yes Dear Rathnashikamani. I read Loverme's tribute too. It is fine. Someday, as loverme likes, many will begin to write as inimitably as Gibran thereby ending all inimitability. Anyway, considering your love for the Rain Theme, I have posted a few pictures now.
Jass khurana
1st Oct 2011 (#)

I luv this poem as i get to know about god's messages and nao i believe in god.
Prachi
4th Dec 2011 (#)

I luv dis poem b'coz this poem is in my syllabus.Bindu
14th Dec 2011 (#)

This is quite beautiful with all those wet shots... Long live Gibran through his words and expressions....
Roushan Mishra
25th Dec 2011 (#)

I'm passionately interested in this song as it's full of personification.PSRemeshChandra
5th Jan 2012 (#)

Dear Jass Khurana, Prachi, Bindu and Roushan Mishra,

Thank you for your observations and comments. When Kahlil Gibran is concerned, no one in this world can know whoever were captivated for once or for a life time by this immortal poet. Certainly Sarojini Naidu and Rabindranath Tagore loved him. Because the present day world sees many poets who are lacking in musical minds, our only solace is the abundance of ancient poetry left to us as a legacy by the bygone poets. Because of their time-surpassing musical poetry we do not feel and sense poetry drying up around us. Gibran is perhaps one of the last poets of that era, a picture which probably will be the last one we see standing there when we too are leaving this world.Mancirat kaur
15th Jan 2012 (#)

A beautiful poem. Like this poem because i love nature and i am passionately interested in nature. Gibron has beautifully shown all the forms of the rain.

About the Author P. S. Remesh Chandran: 

Editor of Sahyadri Books & Bloom Books, Trivandrum. Author of several books in English and in Malayalam. And also author of Swan: The Intelligent Picture Book. Born and brought up in the beautiful village of Nanniyode in the Sahya Mountain Valley in Trivandrum, in Kerala. Father British Council trained English teacher and Mother University educated. Matriculation with distinction and Pre Degree Studies in Science with National Merit Scholarship. Discontinued Diploma studies in Electronics and entered politics. Unmarried and single. 

Author of several books in English and in Malayalam, mostly poetical collections, fiction, non fiction and political treatises, including Ulsava Lahari, Darsana Deepthi, Kaalam Jaalakavaathilil, Ilakozhiyum Kaadukalil Puzhayozhukunnu, Thirike Vilikkuka, Oru Thulli Velicham, Aaspathri Jalakam, Vaidooryam, Manal, Jalaja Padma Raaji, Maavoyeppoleyaakaan Entheluppam!, The Last Bird From The Golden Age Of Ghazals, Doctors Politicians Bureaucrats People And Private Practice, E-Health Implications And Medical Data Theft, Did A Data Mining Giant Take Over India?, Will Dog Lovers Kill The World?, Is There Patience And Room For One More Reactor?, and Swan, The Intelligent Picture Book. 

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