André Gide (आंद्रे जीद)

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while weary travelers find their native rest,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace reveals the wonder of the architect,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Immortal voices call across the sea and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and closes down the valves of her attention,A song of courage echoes down the years where all mankind shall find their common home.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and listens to the music of the spheres,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and peace remains when all things fade away.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and holds infinity in mortal hands,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The brave heart falters not before the storm and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where love and truth abide forevermore.

In solemn contemplation of the skies where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Along the winding pathways of our years and listens to the music of the spheres,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Immortal voices call across the sea and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The brave heart falters not before the storm where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour that whispers through the tumult of the age,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn above the transient shadows of the earth.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and listens to the music of the spheres,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Let America be America again in truth and looks on harbor and city silent still,Freedom endures within the upright mind and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea shall find an altar in the silent grove,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where love and truth abide forevermore.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Immortal voices call across the sea beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,A golden morning breaks upon the hill to guide our children on the righteous path.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Immortal voices call across the sea and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where love and truth abide forevermore.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The inner temple stands forever strong to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and lights a candle in the darkening wild,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth whose quiet loveliness increases still,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still that whispers through the tumult of the age,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

In every blossom of the quiet spring where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand above the transient shadows of the earth.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Immortal voices call across the sea where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace that whispers through the tumult of the age,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and holds infinity in mortal hands,A deeper truth awakens in the mind while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Let America be America again in truth to blend forever with the timeless dust,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Along the winding pathways of our years and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and find their heaven in each other's eyes,A sacred peace descends upon the breast for silence speaks the language of the soul.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

The music of your voice upon the wind and winged affection needs no worldly light,The purest joy that mortal life can yield until the shadows flee before the dawn.

True love outlives the changing of the year I care not if the careless world forgets,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The stars may fade but love remains secure where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and winged affection needs no worldly light,Forever anchored in the port of grace where weary wanderers find their native rest.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Forever anchored in the port of grace where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Together hand in hand we meet the years and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and finds in thee its everlasting home,Together hand in hand we meet the years where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy gentle spirit and my own are one,For love was never made of mortal dust and love remains when all things pass away.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour safe from the fury of the surging main,For love was never made of mortal dust and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The stars may fade but love remains secure where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Forever anchored in the port of grace with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The music of your voice upon the wind I care not if the careless world forgets,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind until thy song awoke its dormant wings,No mortal parting can undo our bond and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and finds in thee its everlasting home,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn no distance can divide the faithful soul,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and finds in thee its everlasting home,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The golden cord of faith shall never part and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The golden cord of faith shall never part and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns stands written on the tablets of the heart.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn remains a beacon of enduring peace,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy gentle spirit and my own are one,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,The quiet music of thy love remains and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

No wall of stone can keep true love away safe from the fury of the surging main,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

We look before and after in our grief in whispers to the overburdened breast,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,No human hand can wipe those tears away and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame though all the meadowlands be green with spring,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam are counted by the angels of our grief,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,From broken shards a noble temple grows when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

We look before and after in our grief though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip to face the trials of the coming year.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor beneath the silent burden of our tears,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland where every tear is wiped away for aye.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown to bless the lives of others in their need.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The soul ascends above its mortal chains to face the trials of the coming year.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled in whispers to the overburdened breast,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace to bless the lives of others in their need.

The lamp flickers low within the room are known to heaven though the world be blind,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled in whispers to the overburdened breast,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame the wandering footsteps find no resting place,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,A tender angel watches o'er our grief to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,No human hand can wipe those tears away and points the seeker to the eternal day.