As night fell and the light glittered in the great house, the
servants stood at the massive door awaiting the coming of the guests;
and upon their velvet garments shown golden buttons.
The magnificent carriages drew into the palace park and the nobles
entered, dressed in gorgeous raiment and decorated with jewels. The
instruments filled the air with pleasant melodies while the dignitaries
danced to the soothing music.
At midnight the finest and most palatable foods were served on a
beautiful table embellised with all kinds of the rarest flowers.
The feasters dined and drank abundantly, until the sequence of the
wine began to play its part. At dawn the throng dispersed boisterously,
after spending a long night of intoxication and gluttony which hurried
their worn bodies into their deep beds with unnatural sleep.
At eventide, a man attired in the dress of heavy work stood
before the door of his small house and knocked at the door.
As it opened, he entered and greeted the occupants in a cheerful
manner, and then sat between his children who were playing at
the fireplace. In a short time, his wife had the meal prepared
and they sat at a wooden table consuming their food. After eating
they gathered around the oil lamp and talked of the day's events.
When the early night had lapsed, all stood silently and surrendered
themselves to the King of Slumber with a song of praise and a
prayer of gratitude on their lips.
Copyright @ Kahlil Gibran.