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Maria Magdalena (Mary Magdalen) – Kahlil Gibran

Karya: Kahlil Gibran

Maria Magdalena - Kahlil Gibran

MARIA MAGDALENA
Karya: Kahlil Gibran

Kala itu bulan Juni ketika aku melihat-Nya untuk pertama kali. Dia tengah berjalan di ladang gandum ketika aku melintas bersama dayang-dayangku, sedangkan Dia sendirian.

Irama langkah-Nya berbeda dari lelaki lain, dan gerak tubuh-Nya sama sekali belum pernah kulihat sebelumnya.

Para lelaki tidak menapaki bumi dengan cara seperti itu. Dan bahkan sekarang aku tidak tahu apakah Ia melangkah dengan cepat atau lambat.

Dayang-dayangku menunjuk ke arah-Nya dan dan saling berbisik satu sama lain. Aku menghentikan sejenak langkahku, mengangkat tangan untuk menyapa-Nya. Tapi Ia tak memalingkan wajah-Nya, tak melihatku. Dan aku membenci-Nya. Aku terhempas kembali ke dalam diriku sendiri, aku dingin bagaikan dalam timbunan salju. Dan aku menggigil.

Malam itu aku melihat-Nya di dalam mimpiku; dan kemudian mereka mengatakan padaku bahwa aku menjerit di dalam tidurku dan gelisah di atas ranjangku.

Di bulan Agustus aku melihat-Nya lagi, melalui jendelaku. Dia duduk di bawah bayangan pohon cemara di seberang tamanku, dan Ia terdiam seolah-olah Ia terpahat dari batu, layaknya patung di Antiokia dan kota-kota lain di Negeri Utara.

Dan pelayanku, seorang Mesir, datang kepadaku lalu berkata, “Lelaki itu kemari lagi. Dia duduk di seberang tamanmu.”

Dan aku menatap-Nya, kemudian jiwaku bergoncang di dalam diriku, karena Dia begitu indah.

Tubuh-Nya utuh dan setiap bagian darinya terlihat mencintai setiap bagian lainnya.
Kemudian kukenakan pakaian Damaskus, meninggalkan rumah dan berjalan ke arah-Nya.

Apakah kesepianku, atau keharuman-Nya, yang membawaku kepada-Nya? Apakah kelaparan di mataku yang mendambakan kejelitaan, atau keindahan-Nya yang mencari cahaya mataku? Hingga kini aku tak tahu.

Aku berjalan menuju Dia dengan pakaian wangi dan sandal emasku, sandal yang Kapten Roma berikan padaku, inilah sandal itu. Dan ketika aku sampai kepadanya, aku ucapkan, “Salam bagimu.”
Dan Dia berkata, “Salam bagimu, Miriam.”

Kemudian Dia menatapku, mata-malam-Nya melihatku tak seperti layaknya seorangpun pernah melihatku. Tiba-tiba aku merasa seperti telanjang, dan aku malu.

Dia ucapkan sekali lagi, “Salam bagimu.”
Dan aku berkata kepada-Nya, “Tidak maukah kau datang ke rumahku?”
Dia menjawab, “Bukankah aku sudah ada di rumahmu?”

Tadinya aku tidak mengerti apa yang Ia maksudkan, tapi sekarang aku tahu.
Dan kukatakan, “Tidak maukah kau menyantap anggur dan roti bersamaku?”
Lalu Ia berkata, “Ya, Miriam, tapi tidak sekarang.”
“Tidak sekarang, tidak sekarang,” ucap-Nya. Dan suara lautan ada di dalam dua kata itu, juga suara angin dan pepohonan. Dan ketika Ia ucapkan itu kepadaku, hidup bicara pada kematian.

Untuk kau ketahui, temanku, aku telah mati. Aku adalah wanita yang telah menceraikan jiwanya. Aku hidup terpisah dari diri yang saat ini kamu lihat. Aku milik semua lelaki, dan tak seorangpun. Mereka menyebutku pelacur, dan seorang wanita yang dikuasai tujuh iblis. Aku dikutuki, dan aku dicemburui.

Namun ketika mata-senja-Nya menatap ke dalam mataku semua bintang-bintang di malamku memudar, dan aku menjadi Miriam, seorang wanita yang tersesat di dunia yang telah ia kenal, kemudian menemukan dirinya sendiri di tempat baru.
Dan sekarang aku berkata kepada-Nya lagi, “Datanglah ke rumahku dan berbagi roti serta anggur bersamaku.”

Lalu Dia bertaka, “Mengapa kau memintaku menjadi tamumu?”
Dan aku menjawab, “Aku memohon kau untuk datang ke rumahku.” Dan segala yang telah merumput di dalamku, serta semua yang telah mengangkasa di dalamku memanggilnya.

Kemudian Ia menatapku dengan mata-siang-Nya, dan berkata, “Kau memiliki banyak pecinta, namun hanya aku yang mencintaimu. Lelaki lain mencintai diri mereka sendiri dalam kedekatanmu. Aku mencintaimu di dalam dirimu. Lelaki lain melihat kecantikan di dalammu yang akan memudar lebih cepat dari usia mereka sendiri. Namun aku melihat di dalam dirimu kecantikan yang tak akan memudar, dan di dalam musim gugur hari-harimu kecantikan itu tak akan takut untuk menatap dirinya sendiri di depan cermin, dan ia takkan terhina.
“Hanya aku yang mencintai hal yang tak kelihatan dari dirimu.”

Kemudian Dia bicara dengan suara lirih, “Sekarang pergilah. Jika pohon cemara ini milikmu dan kau tidak mengizinkanku duduk di bawah bayangannya, aku akan pergi.”
Dan aku menangis pada-Nya dan berkata, “Guru, datanglah ke rumahku. Aku punya dupa yang akan kubakar untukmu, dan sebuah bejana untuk kakimu. Kau orang asing yang tak lagi asing. Aku memohon dengan sangat padamu, datanglah ke rumahku.”

Lalu Ia berdiri dan menatapku bagaikan musim yang menatap ke padang, dan Ia tersenyum. Kemudian dia berkata lagi, “Semua lelaki mencintaimu untuk mereka sendiri. Aku mencintaimu untuk dirimu.”

Dan kemudian Ia melangkah pergi.
Tetapi tak seorang pun lelaki pernah melangkah di jalan yang Ia tempuh. Inikah napas yang terlahir di tamanku yang berhembus ke timur? Ataukah ini badai yang akan mengguncang segala hingga ke akar-akarnya?

Aku tak tahu, namun di hari itu matahari terbenam pada mata-Nya membunuh naga di dalam diriku, dan aku menjadi seorang perempuan, aku menjadi Miriam, Miriam dari Mijdel.

Kahlil Gibran
Buku: Yesus, Sang Anak Manusia


MARY MAGDALEN
By: Kahlil Gibran

It was in the month of June when I saw Him for the first time. He was walking in the wheatfield when I passed by with my handmaidens, and He was alone.

The rhythm of His steps was different from other men’s, and the movement of His body was like naught I had seen before.

Men do not pace the earth in that manner. And even now I do not know whether He walked fast or slow.

My handmaidens pointed their fingers at Him and spoke in shy whispers to one another. And I stayed my steps for a moment, and raised my hand to hail Him. But He did not turn His face, and He did not look at me. And I hated Him. I was swept back into myself, and I was as cold as if I had been in a snow-drift. And I shivered.

That night I beheld Him in my dreaming; and they told me afterward that I screamed in my sleep and was restless upon my bed.

It was in the month of August that I saw Him again, through my window. He was sitting in the shadow of the cypress tree across my garden, and He was still as if He had been carved out of stone, like the statues in Antioch and other cities of the North Country.

And my slave, the Egyptian, came to me and said, “That man is here again. He is sitting there across your garden.”

And I gazed at Him, and my soul quivered within me, for He was beautiful.
His body was single and each part seemed to love every other part.

Then I clothed myself with raiment of Damascus, and I left my house and walked towards Him.
Was it my aloneness, or was it His fragrance, that drew me to Him? Was it a hunger in my eyes that desired comeliness, or was it His beauty that sought the light of my eyes? Even now I do not know.

I walked to Him with my scented garments and my golden sandals, the sandals the Roman captain had given me, even these sandals. And when I reached Him, I said, “Good-morrow to you.”
And He said, “Good-morrow to you, Miriam.”

And He looked at me, and His night-eyes saw me as no man had seen me. And suddenly I was as if naked, and I was shy.

Yet He had only said, “Good-morrow to you.”
And then I said to Him, “Will you not come to my house?”
And He said, “Am I not already in your house?”

I did not know what He meant then, but I know now.
And I said, “Will you not have wine and bread with me?”
And He said, “Yes, Miriam, but not now.”
“Not now, not now,” He said. And the voice of the sea was in those two words, and the voice of the wind and the trees. And when He said them unto me, life spoke to death.

For mind you, my friend, I was dead. I was a woman who had divorced her soul. I was living apart from this self which you now see. I belonged to all men, and to none. They called me harlot, and a woman possessed of seven devils. I was cursed, and I was envied.

But when His dawn-eyes looked into my eyes all the stars of my night faded away, and I became Miriam, only Miriam, a woman lost to the earth she had known, and finding herself in new places.

And now again I said to Him, “Come into my house and share bread and wine with me.”
And He said, “Why do you bid me to be your guest?”
And I said, “I beg you to come into my house.” And it was all that was sod in me, and all that was sky in me calling unto Him.

Then He looked at me, and the noontide of His eyes was upon me, and He said, “You have many lovers, and yet I alone love you. Other men love themselves in your nearness. I love you in your self. Other men see a beauty in you that shall fade away sooner than their own years. But I see in you a beauty that shall not fade away, and in the autumn of your days that beauty shall not be afraid to gaze at itself in the mirror, and it shall not be offended.

“I alone love the unseen in you.”
Then He said in a low voice, “Go away now. If this cypress tree is yours and you would not have me sit in its shadow, I will walk my way.”

And I cried to Him and I said, “Master, come to my house. I have incense to burn for you, and a silver basin for your feet. You are a stranger and yet not a stranger. I entreat you, come to my house.”

Then He stood up and looked at me even as the seasons might look down upon the field, and He smiled. And He said again: “All men love you for themselves. I love you for yourself.”

And then He walked away.
But no other man ever walked the way He walked. Was it a breath born in my garden that moved to the east? Or was it a storm that would shake all things to their foundations?

I knew not, but on that day the sunset of His eyes slew the dragon in me, and I became a woman, I became Miriam, Miriam of Mijdel.

Kahlil Gibran
Book: Jesus, The Son of Man

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