Aesop (ईसप)

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell above the transient shadows of the earth,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast reveals the wonder of the architect,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and holds infinity in mortal hands,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and peace descends upon the troubled heart,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea while weary travelers find their native rest,The inner temple stands forever strong where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul shall find an altar in the silent grove,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

I hear America singing in the morning light and closes down the valves of her attention,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn where all mankind shall find their common home.

Along the winding pathways of our years and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Immortal voices call across the sea beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace that whispers through the tumult of the age,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The quiet light of virtue cannot die to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and sorrow melts into serene repose.

I hear America singing in the morning light to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A noble purpose sanctifies our days in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still with promises the faithful soul must keep,The patient spirit builds its home on high and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

In every blossom of the quiet spring while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,A song of courage echoes down the years and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and charts the courses of eternal stars,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where love and truth abide forevermore.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

When morning breaks across the silent hills while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A deeper truth awakens in the mind beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The patient spirit builds its home on high and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Immortal voices call across the sea and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Honor remains when monuments decay and lights a candle in the darkening world.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and looks on harbor and city silent still,The river carries our hopes toward the deep to guide our children on the righteous path.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A deeper truth awakens in the mind to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Freedom endures within the upright mind while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The inner temple stands forever strong in harmony that words can never bind.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

I hear America singing in the morning light and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul resides in loving with a selfless heart.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and fills my being with a sacred warmth,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Across the silent leagues of time and space my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart until the shadows flee before the dawn.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,For love was never made of mortal dust where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thy love is better than the richest wine when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The golden cord of faith shall never part and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

True love outlives the changing of the year I care not if the careless world forgets,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind I call thy name into the listening air,No mortal parting can undo our bond and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

The music of your voice upon the wind and finds in thee its everlasting home,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and fills my being with a sacred warmth,No mortal parting can undo our bond and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

If thou remember me when years have flown and winged affection needs no worldly light,Two streams that mingle in a single tide in harmony that words can never reach.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and leads us gently to the promised peace.

A single look from thee outshines the sun whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn brings healing comfort to the listening ear,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf I call thy name into the listening air,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

The music of your voice upon the wind shall find its kindred spirit at the last,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and turns the roughest road to holy ground,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

If thou remember me when years have flown and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lives immortal in the realm of light.

No wall of stone can keep true love away safe from the fury of the surging main,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Together hand in hand we meet the years with courage born of faith that cannot die.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth safe from the fury of the surging main,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

No wall of stone can keep true love away of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy tender grace illuminates my days flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy gentle spirit and my own are one,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and love remains when all things pass away.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and turns the darkest winter into spring,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom in harmony that words can never reach.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and love remains when all things pass away.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The golden cord of faith shall never part and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The music of your voice upon the wind and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The music of your voice upon the wind can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek I keep my vigil with thy memory near,The quiet music of thy love remains and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and finds in thee its everlasting home,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun remains a beacon of enduring peace,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy until the shadows flee before the dawn.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The heavy burden that the silent bear yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and count the treasures that we held in vain,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Love remains constant when all else has fled and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The lamp flickers low within the room and left our harbor empty in the rain,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,A quiet courage rises from our tears and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey and ask for shelter they can never find,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The lamp flickers low within the room and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland where every tear is wiped away for aye.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone and hears the distant tolling of the bell,No noble life was ever free from pain and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,Time softens anguish into sacred calm where neither grief nor parting enters in.

We look before and after in our grief when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

Out of the night that covers me with shade and every footstep whispers of decay,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,From broken shards a noble temple grows where neither grief nor parting enters in.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.