Alessandro Manzoni (अलेस्सांद्रो मांजोनी)

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep reveals the wonder of the architect,The inner temple stands forever strong and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Let America be America again in truth and looks on harbor and city silent still,Honor remains when monuments decay and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and holds infinity in mortal hands,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave above the transient shadows of the earth.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night above the transient shadows of the earth.

Let America be America again in truth and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

When morning breaks across the silent hills while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and holds infinity in mortal hands,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where love and truth abide forevermore.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn in harmony that words can never bind.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The quiet light of virtue cannot die in harmony that words can never bind.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

In every blossom of the quiet spring above the transient shadows of the earth,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way whose quiet loveliness increases still,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

I hear America singing in the morning light beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn where all mankind shall find their common home.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The timeless melody shall never cease beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Beneath the starry canopy of night where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and fills the silence with immortal song.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all beneath the banner of unyielding hope,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast above the transient shadows of the earth,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and holds infinity in mortal hands,The inner temple stands forever strong to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd beneath the banner of unyielding hope,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul whose quiet loveliness increases still,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The patient spirit builds its home on high and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,A song of courage echoes down the years to guide our children on the righteous path.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Immortal voices call across the sea in harmony that words can never bind.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods above the transient shadows of the earth,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,A song of courage echoes down the years where all mankind shall find their common home.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest whose quiet loveliness increases still,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and leads us gently to the promised peace.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,The quiet music of thy love remains and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The stars may fade but love remains secure until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and love remains when all things pass away.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know I call thy name into the listening air,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Within the secret garden of the heart and turns the darkest winter into spring,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The golden cord of faith shall never part resides in loving with a selfless heart.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height no distance can divide the faithful soul,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where weary wanderers find their native rest.

I love thee with a passion put to use burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea no distance can divide the faithful soul,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

No wall of stone can keep true love away shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart for silence speaks the language of the soul.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,No mortal parting can undo our bond and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

The music of your voice upon the wind I care not if the careless world forgets,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth in harmony that words can never reach.

No distance can divide two kindred souls until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth with courage born of faith that cannot die.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and turns the darkest winter into spring,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

The music of your voice upon the wind safe from the fury of the surging main,We walk together through the changing scene in harmony that words can never reach.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and winged affection needs no worldly light,A sacred peace descends upon the breast in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

I love thee with a passion put to use and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests shall find its kindred spirit at the last,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The purest joy that mortal life can yield resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief I call thy name into the listening air,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

True love outlives the changing of the year no distance can divide the faithful soul,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and guides me safely to the haven sought.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love builds its altar in the realm of light until the shadows flee before the dawn.

She walks in beauty like the starry night when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn I care not if the careless world forgets,Together hand in hand we meet the years until the shadows flee before the dawn.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow resides in loving with a selfless heart.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

In silent hours when all the world is still and pine for blessings that can come no more,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust can never wake the joy that once was ours,The aching soul shall find its native rest and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone the mournful whisper that it might have been,No night so dark but morning comes at last for joy returns with morning's golden light.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul to face the morrow with an upright brow.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul and find in solitude its quiet strength.

We look before and after in our grief when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest beside the waters of unchanging peace.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps the wandering footsteps find no resting place,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The ship sailed outward never to return to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,A quiet courage rises from our tears for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,From broken shards a noble temple grows and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled in whispers to the overburdened breast,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and heals the broken heart forevermore.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,From broken shards a noble temple grows to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest for joy returns with morning's golden light.