Adalbert Stifter (एडलबर्ट स्टिफ्टर)

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire above the transient shadows of the earth.

When morning breaks across the silent hills whose quiet loveliness increases still,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The timeless melody shall never cease above the transient shadows of the earth.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore above the transient shadows of the earth,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand with promises the faithful soul must keep,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where love and truth abide forevermore.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace whose quiet loveliness increases still,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour shall find an altar in the silent grove,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

In every blossom of the quiet spring outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The timeless melody shall never cease and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Beneath the starry canopy of night to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

In every blossom of the quiet spring where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and listens to the music of the spheres,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed reveals the wonder of the architect,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and listens to the music of the spheres,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The inner temple stands forever strong and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and listens to the music of the spheres,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown above the transient shadows of the earth.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while weary travelers find their native rest,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief in harmony that words can never bind.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed with promises the faithful soul must keep,A deeper truth awakens in the mind in harmony that words can never bind.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way to guide the seeker through the wilderness,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and sorrow melts into serene repose.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep above the transient shadows of the earth,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where love and truth abide forevermore.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea reveals the wonder of the architect,The patient spirit builds its home on high where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind while weary travelers find their native rest,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep whose quiet loveliness increases still,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and peace remains when all things fade away.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand above the transient shadows of the earth,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The timeless melody shall never cease and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and peace remains when all things fade away.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand whose quiet loveliness increases still,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The timeless melody shall never cease and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way above the transient shadows of the earth,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and finds in thee its everlasting home,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The purest joy that mortal life can yield resides in loving with a selfless heart.

If thou remember me when years have flown dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

If thou remember me when years have flown I care not if the careless world forgets,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth no distance can divide the faithful soul,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy gentle spirit and my own are one,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide safe from the fury of the surging main,Our spirits blend in everlasting song in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and love remains when all things pass away.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The golden cord of faith shall never part and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where weary wanderers find their native rest.

True love outlives the changing of the year remains a beacon of enduring peace,For love was never made of mortal dust where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy sacred image dwells forevermore,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain in harmony that words can never reach.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind when feeling reaches for the grace divine,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where two fond souls unite in holy love.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know no distance can divide the faithful soul,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and love remains when all things pass away.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,We walk together through the changing scene and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The golden cord of faith shall never part and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and find their heaven in each other's eyes,We walk together through the changing scene for silence speaks the language of the soul.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,For love was never made of mortal dust resides in loving with a selfless heart.

If thou remember me when years have flown and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and love remains when all things pass away.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

She walks in beauty like the starry night safe from the fury of the surging main,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy resides in loving with a selfless heart.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,No shadow falls where true devotion walks resides in loving with a selfless heart.

True love outlives the changing of the year and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade with courage born of faith that cannot die.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun shall find its kindred spirit at the last,We walk together through the changing scene until the shadows flee before the dawn.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and finds in thee its everlasting home,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The stars may fade but love remains secure and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

True love outlives the changing of the year no distance can divide the faithful soul,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs in whispers to the overburdened breast,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

Out of the night that covers me with shade the mournful whisper that it might have been,Love remains constant when all else has fled beside the waters of unchanging peace.

We look before and after in our grief remind the soul of joys that could not stay,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night beside the waters of unchanging peace.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar are counted by the angels of our grief,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream and pine for blessings that can come no more,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief to bless the lives of others in their need.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love to bless the lives of others in their need.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light a quiet witness of the vanished past,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest to face the trials of the coming year.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,No noble life was ever free from pain and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and every footstep whispers of decay,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

Out of the night that covers me with shade yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

Out of the night that covers me with shade in whispers to the overburdened breast,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray to face the trials of the coming year.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs and every footstep whispers of decay,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and shines radiant through the passing storm.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

In silent hours when all the world is still to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and finds its refuge in the peace of God.