شعر " شهرت " از خلیل جبران

I walked upon the sand at ebb-tide

And bending down, I wrote a line upon the sand

And in that line I wrote what my mind thought

And what my soul desired

And when the tide was high

I retued to that very shore

And of that which I had written I found naught

I found only the staff-marks of one who had walked blindly