To grieve the nation that is full of religion and empty of spirituality.
To grieve the nation wearing a garment that has not weave, eating bread that has not claimed and drinking wine that is not run by the wine press of the.
To grieve the nation he calls the violent man hero, and sees the generous conqueror lamproforemeno.
To grieve the nation despise the passion f’ dream, yet becomes a slave to awake the.
To grieve the nation that raises not its voice, except as is in kideia΄ not pride, only within its own ancient monuments and is rising not only when his neck is located between the sword and the stone.
To grieve the nation that has a Fox for Governor, a magician for philosopher, and has mpalwmatides and mimics for artists.
To grieve the nation that welcomes its new ruler with fanfare and farewell with hisses to welcome again another with fanfare.
To grieve the nation that the sages were silenced by years and brave men have not yet been weaned.
To grieve the nation is divided into pieces, and that each piece considers himself a nation.
Khalil Gibran – The garden of the Prophet
