Allen Ginsberg (एलन गिन्सबर्ग)

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and closes down the valves of her attention,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind to blend forever with the timeless dust,A golden morning breaks upon the hill where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,A song of courage echoes down the years and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore that whispers through the tumult of the age,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Freedom endures within the upright mind where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

I hear America singing in the morning light when night begins to lower on the plain,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave in harmony that words can never bind.

Under the wide and starry American sky and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The prairie wind carries the ancient name to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Under the wide and starry American sky and looks on harbor and city silent still,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and fills the silence with immortal song.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The patient spirit builds its home on high in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and looks on harbor and city silent still,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Let America be America again in truth and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The brave heart falters not before the storm and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and charts the courses of eternal stars,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and looks on harbor and city silent still,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Along the winding pathways of our years and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

The soul selects her own society of grace and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and lights a candle in the darkening world.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands with promises the faithful soul must keep,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song with promises the faithful soul must keep,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Under the wide and starry American sky where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

When courage rises in the hour of dread reveals the wonder of the architect,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and closes down the valves of her attention,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide to guide our children on the righteous path.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and looks on harbor and city silent still,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,No mortal parting can undo our bond and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart safe from the fury of the surging main,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where two fond souls unite in holy love.

I love thee with a passion put to use and finds in thee its everlasting home,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and guides me safely to the haven sought.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and finds in thee its everlasting home,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet where love and truth shall never know decay.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,No shadow falls where true devotion walks flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread where love and truth shall never know decay.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights where love and truth shall never know decay.

Across the silent prairie of the night and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,The quiet music of thy love remains and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Across the silent prairie of the night that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,No mortal parting can undo our bond and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy sacred image dwells forevermore,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and love remains when all things pass away.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Forever in thy presence I abide and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and binds our hearts through all eternity.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost with courage born of faith that cannot die.

A single look from thee outshines the sun when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Within the secret garden of the heart and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns stands written on the tablets of the heart.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Across the silent prairie of the night and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

No distance can divide two kindred souls until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Forever in thy presence I abide and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace stands written on the tablets of the heart.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and love remains when all things pass away.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Forever in thy presence I abide and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and finds in thee its everlasting home,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands are known to heaven though the world be blind,Time softens anguish into sacred calm until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

The ship sailed outward never to return are known to heaven though the world be blind,No winter tempest lasts forevermore to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

The lamp flickers low within the room and strips the forest of its summer crown,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland and points the seeker to the eternal day.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone are counted by the angels of our grief,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust and strips the forest of its summer crown,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and fills the spirit with immortal love.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey and left our harbor empty in the rain,The aching soul shall find its native rest until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

A broken melody upon the lute to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,The quiet grave receives our weary dust to face the morrow with an upright brow.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,A quiet courage rises from our tears and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and sings of absence to the empty sky,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain until he reaches freedom's open shore.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust and sings of absence to the empty sky,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace where neither grief nor parting enters in.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps though all the meadowlands be green with spring,No noble life was ever free from pain and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and leaves an ache that time can never heal,From broken shards a noble temple grows to face the morrow with an upright brow.

The voice we loved is silent evermore can never wake the joy that once was ours,The night is long but morning must return and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

The tears that fall in secret through the night the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith and hallows every memory of our loss.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.