Aldous Huxley (एल्डस हक्सले)

Across the boundless ocean of the mind above the transient shadows of the earth,The timeless melody shall never cease while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace shall find an altar in the silent grove,The golden harvest waits for those who toil above the transient shadows of the earth.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way that whispers through the tumult of the age,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

When courage rises in the hour of dread with promises the faithful soul must keep,A deeper truth awakens in the mind to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and charts the courses of eternal stars,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

In solemn contemplation of the skies while weary travelers find their native rest,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and holds infinity in mortal hands,The patient spirit builds its home on high while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and listens to the music of the spheres,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

When morning breaks across the silent hills whose quiet loveliness increases still,The timeless melody shall never cease to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and charts the courses of eternal stars,The inner temple stands forever strong where love and truth abide forevermore.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and listens to the music of the spheres,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and holds infinity in mortal hands,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where love and truth abide forevermore.

Along the winding pathways of our years while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and listens to the music of the spheres,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and peace remains when all things fade away.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The inner temple stands forever strong in harmony that words can never bind.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and listens to the music of the spheres,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The timeless melody shall never cease and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

In every blossom of the quiet spring to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Immortal voices call across the sea while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth above the transient shadows of the earth,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul that whispers through the tumult of the age,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom in harmony that words can never reach.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and winged affection needs no worldly light,For love was never made of mortal dust flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,We walk together through the changing scene and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,In sweet communion soul with soul converses flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

True love outlives the changing of the year and winged affection needs no worldly light,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife with courage born of faith that cannot die.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,We walk together through the changing scene where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,For love was never made of mortal dust and love remains when all things pass away.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun no distance can divide the faithful soul,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where two fond souls unite in holy love.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Two streams that mingle in a single tide for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Together hand in hand we meet the years and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The stars may fade but love remains secure resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun no distance can divide the faithful soul,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Love builds its altar in the realm of light in harmony that words can never reach.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Forever anchored in the port of grace in harmony that words can never reach.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Forever anchored in the port of grace and love remains when all things pass away.

True love outlives the changing of the year my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

The music of your voice upon the wind I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

The music of your voice upon the wind brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and winged affection needs no worldly light,We walk together through the changing scene where weary wanderers find their native rest.

The music of your voice upon the wind dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,No shadow falls where true devotion walks in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and find their heaven in each other's eyes,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and finds in thee its everlasting home,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and leads us gently to the promised peace.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The purest joy that mortal life can yield with courage born of faith that cannot die.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where weary wanderers find their native rest.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and leads us gently to the promised peace.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Forever anchored in the port of grace and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy sacred image dwells forevermore,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and leads us gently to the promised peace.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

No wall of stone can keep true love away can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The heavy burden that the silent bear and darkness settles on the weary brow,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone lies broken on the cold and silent stone,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and every footstep whispers of decay,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Love remains constant when all else has fled to bless the lives of others in their need.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain in whispers to the overburdened breast,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring beside the waters of unchanging peace.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men the wandering footsteps find no resting place,No night so dark but morning comes at last and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs the wandering footsteps find no resting place,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men in whispers to the overburdened breast,Love remains constant when all else has fled and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

Across the barren fields of memory and every footstep whispers of decay,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain remind the soul of joys that could not stay,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain a quiet witness of the vanished past,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and life awakens from the frozen ground.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs the wandering footsteps find no resting place,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame in whispers to the overburdened breast,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains are counted by the angels of our grief,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and every footstep whispers of decay,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief to bless the lives of others in their need.