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Orang Suci dan Anak Kecil (The Prophet and The Child) – Kahlil Gibran

Karya: Kahlil Gibran

ORANG SUCI DAN ANAK KECIL
Karya: Kahlil Gibran

Sekali sehari orang suci Sharia bertemu seorang anak kecil di kebun. Anak itu menghampirinya dan berkata, “Selamat pagi, Tuan.”

Orang suci itu menjawab, “Selamat pagi.” Lalu ia berkata, “Kulihat engkau sendirian.”

Lalu anak itu berkata dengan tawa kebahagiaan, “Perlu waktu lama untuk melarikan diri dari pengasuhku. Ia pikir aku ada di balik pagar, tapi seperti yang engkau lihat aku ada di sini.” Lalu ia menatap wajah orang suci itu dan berkata lagi, “Engkau juga sendiri. Apa yang kau lakukan dengan pengasuhmu?”

Orang suci Sharia itu menjawab, “Ah, itu sesuatu yang berbeda. Sebenarnya aku tak bisa menghilang darinya. Tapi sekarang, ketika aku datang ke kebun ini, ia sedang memerhatikanku dari tempat yang tersembunyi.”

Anak kecil itu bertepuk tangan dan berkata, “Jadi kau seperti aku! Sungguh enak menghilang.” Lalu ia bertanya, “Siapakah kau?”

Orang suci tersebut menjawab, “Mereka memanggilku Sharia. Dan katakan padaku, siapa kau?”

“Aku hanya diriku sendiri,” jawab anak kecil itu, “dan seorang pengasuh sedang mencariku, dan ia tidak tahu di mana aku berada.”

Orang suci itu menatapnya dalam-dalam dan berkata, “Aku juga melarikan diri dari perawatku, namun ia pasti akan menemukanku.”

Dan anak kecil itu berkata, “Aku tahu pengasuhku akan menemukanku juga.”

Tak berapa lama, terdengar suara seorang wanita memanggil nama si anak kecil.

“Lihat,” kata anak kecil itu. “Kukatakan padamu ia akan menemukanku.”

Hampir bersamaan terdengar suara lain. “Di mana kau, Sharia?”

Dan Sharia berkata, “Lihat Anakku, mereka menemukanku juga.”

Sambil menengadah, orang suci itu menjawab, “Aku di sini.”

Kahlil Gibran
Buku: Sang Pengelana


THE PROPHET AND THE CHILD
By: Kahlil Gibran

Once on a day the prophet Sharia met a child in a garden. The child ran to him and said, “Good morrow to you, Sir,” and the prophet said, “Good morrow to you, Sir.” And in a moment, “I see that you are alone.”

Then the child said, in laughter and delight, “It took a long time to lose my nurse. She thinks I am behind those hedges; but can’t you see that I am here?” Then he gazed at the prophet’s face and spoke again. “You are alone, too. What did you do with your nurse?”

The prophet answered and said, “Ah, that is a different thing. In very truth I cannot lose her oftentime. But now, when I came into this garden, she was seeking after me behind the hedges.”

The child clapped his hands and cried out, “So you are like me! Isn’t it good to be lost?” And then he said, “Who are you?”

And the man answered, “They call me the prophet Sharia. And tell me, who are you?”

“I am only myself,” said the child, “and my nurse is seeking after me, and she does not know where I am.”

Then the prophet gazed into space saying, “I too have escaped my nurse for awhile, but she will find me out.”

And the child said, “I know mine will find me out too.”

At that moment a woman’s voice was heard calling the child’s name, “See,” said the child, “I told you she would be finding me.”

And at the same moment another voice was heard, “Where art thou, Sharia?”

And the prophet said, “See my child, they have found me also.”

And turning his face upward, Sharia answered, “Here I am.”

Kahlil Gibran
Book: The Wanderer

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