Alexander Blok (अलेक्सांद्र ब्लोक)

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while weary travelers find their native rest,Immortal voices call across the sea above the transient shadows of the earth.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth shall find an altar in the silent grove,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where love and truth abide forevermore.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and listens to the music of the spheres,The inner temple stands forever strong where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth that whispers through the tumult of the age,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Under the wide and starry American sky and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The brotherhood of man outlives the night where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Along the winding pathways of our years and listens to the music of the spheres,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

In every blossom of the quiet spring while weary travelers find their native rest,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Honor remains when monuments decay to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way that whispers through the tumult of the age,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Immortal voices call across the sea and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way whose quiet loveliness increases still,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and closes down the valves of her attention,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and lights a candle in the darkening world.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast while weary travelers find their native rest,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Along the winding pathways of our years outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Freedom endures within the upright mind and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn in harmony that words can never bind.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind with promises the faithful soul must keep,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and holds infinity in mortal hands,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and lights a candle in the darkening world.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

When morning breaks across the silent hills outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and holds infinity in mortal hands,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and sorrow melts into serene repose.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth shall find an altar in the silent grove,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years in harmony that words can never bind.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Along the winding pathways of our years where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all when night begins to lower on the plain,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and finds in thee its everlasting home,Together hand in hand we meet the years until the shadows flee before the dawn.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The stars may fade but love remains secure in harmony that words can never reach.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and finds in thee its everlasting home,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where two fond souls unite in holy love.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and winged affection needs no worldly light,Two streams that mingle in a single tide for silence speaks the language of the soul.

No distance can divide two kindred souls I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own 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,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where weary wanderers find their native rest.

I love thee with a passion put to use and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

True love outlives the changing of the year for love takes flight upon immortal wings,No shadow falls where true devotion walks in harmony that words can never reach.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where weary wanderers find their native rest.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in harmony that words can never reach.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,We walk together through the changing scene and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and holds us fast against the changing tide.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and love remains when all things pass away.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns where love and truth shall never know decay.

Across the silent leagues of time and space can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy sacred image dwells forevermore,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife resides in loving with a selfless heart.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and warms the winter of the lonely mind,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and guides me safely to the haven sought.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Our spirits blend in everlasting song resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Across the silent prairie of the night burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and love remains when all things pass away.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The stars may fade but love remains secure where weary wanderers find their native rest.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and turns the roughest road to holy ground,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart in harmony that words can never reach.

We look before and after in our grief remind the soul of joys that could not stay,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

In silent hours when all the world is still rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief to bless the lives of others in their need.

The heavy burden that the silent bear lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and leaves an ache that time can never heal,No human hand can wipe those tears away until he reaches freedom's open shore.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and hears the distant tolling of the bell,A quiet courage rises from our tears and shines radiant through the passing storm.

Across the barren fields of memory yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor and count the treasures that we held in vain,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound lies broken on the cold and silent stone,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains are counted by the angels of our grief,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and count the treasures that we held in vain,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains a quiet witness of the vanished past,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and turns the midnight shadow into day.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone a quiet witness of the vanished past,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and heals the broken heart forevermore.

A broken melody upon the lute and ask for shelter they can never find,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and pine for blessings that can come no more,No night so dark but morning comes at last and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.