In my confusion, I was busy with Khalil Gibran, and when I found this story (The Earth Gods), it reminded me of when I was fully busy making music and was daring even to combine songs. One of them I named (The God, Who was Condemned to Live on Earth), and I just thought, what a coincidence!
I also came across other posts with the same topics. Therefore, I thought, let’s share them both in one post.

The Earth Gods, by Kahlil Gibran

Second God:

The bee hums harshly in your ears,

And foul is the honey to your lips.

Fain would I comfort you,

But how shall I?

Only the abyss listens when gods call unto gods,

For measureless is the gulf that lies between divinities,

And windless is the space.

Yet I would comfort you,

I would make serene your clouded sphere;

And though equal, we are in power and judgement,

I would counsel you.

When out of chaos came the earth, and we, sons of the beginning, beheld each other in the lustless light, we breathed the first hushed, tremulous sound that quickened the currents of air and sea.

Then we walked, hand in hand, upon the grey infant world, and out of the echos of our first drowsy steps, time was born, a fourth divinity that sets his feet upon our footprints, shadowing our thoughts and desires and seeing only with our eyes.

And unto earth came life, and unto life came the spirit, the winged melody of the universe. And we ruled life and spirit, and none save us knew the measure of the years nor the weight of years’ nebulous dreams, till we, at noontide of the seventh aeon, gave the sea in marriage to the sun.

And from the inner chamber of their nuptial ecstasy, we brought man, a creature who, though yielding and infirm, bears ever.

Through man who walks the earth with eyes upon the stars, we find pathways to earth’s distant regions; and of man, the humble reed growing beside dark waters, we make a flute through whose hollowed heart we pour our voice to the silence-bound world. From the sunless north to the sun-smitten sand of the south.

From the lotus land where days are born

To perilous isles where days are slain,

Man, the faint-hearted, overbold by our purpose,

Ventures with lyre and sword.

Ours is the will he heralds,

And ours the sovereignty, he proclaims,

And his love-trodden courses are rivers to the sea of our desires.

We, upon the heights, in man’s sleep, dream our dreams.

We urge his days to part from the valley of twilights

And seek their fullness upon the hills.

Our hands direct the tempests that sweep the world

And summon man from sterile peace to fertile strife

And on to triumph.

In our eyes is the vision that turns man’s soul to flame,

And leads him to exalted loneliness and rebellious prophecy,

And on to crucifixion.

Man is born to bondage,

And in bondage is his honour and his reward.

In man, we seek a mouthpiece,

And in his life, our self-fulfilment.

Whose heart shall echo our voice if the human heart is deafened with dust?

Who shall behold our shining if man’s eye is blinded with night?

And what would you do with man, child of our earliest heart, our own self-image?

And down there, I’ve attached the other post with gratitude, translated from Greek. I hope you will enjoy it.

Highlights from the book “The Gods of Earth” by Khalil Gibran

by SearchingTheMeaningOfLife

– Man is a slowly rising god.
And between its joy and pain
is our sleep, and, therefore, our dreams.

– What is mortal is worth nothing if it remains mortal.
The innocence of childhood, the sweet ecstasy of youth, the passion of blossoming maturity, and the wisdom of old age.
The splendour of kings, the triumph of warriors,
the fame of poets, and the honour of dreamers and saints. All of them and what is in them is food for the gods.
And nothing of food will be unspeakable if the gods do not raise it to their mouths.
And just as the mute grain of wheat becomes love songs when swallowed by the nightingale,
so man, like the bread of the gods, will taste divinity.

– I would willingly comfort you, but how can I do that?
Only the abyss listens when gods call gods because the gulf that opens between deities
and empty space is immeasurable.
And yet I would like to comfort you,
to make your cloudy surroundings peaceful.
And although we are equal in strength and judgement, let me give you my advice.

– Yes, in your soul, your Redeemer sleeps, and in sleep, he sees what your watchful eye does not see. And this is the secret of our existence. Would you leave the harvest unharvested in your haste to sow again in the furrow of your dreams?

– It is not unbridled spending of the flesh
nor the crushing of lust
when lust fights with ourselves.
Nor is it flesh that takes up arms against the spirit.
Love does not rebel.
Only she leaves the multidimensional path of ancient fates that she brings to the sacred grove,
so that she can sing and dance her secret to eternity.
Love is a youth with broken bonds,
manhood freed from the soil
and womanhood fired with flame
and shining with the light of heaven deeper than ours.
Love, distant laughter in the spirit.
It’s a wild attack that leads you to your wake.
It is a new dawn on earth,
a day that eyes or mine cannot yet see,
but it has already been perceived by her own most incredible heart.

Credit images; https://greektraveltellers.com/blog/the-greek-gods, https://www.reddit.com/r/QuotesPorn/comments/1ac5b2/your_pain_is_the_breaking_of_the_shell_that/, https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-creation-i/,