Aristophanes (एरिस्टोफेनीज)

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The river carries our hopes toward the deep above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour whose quiet loveliness increases still,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and holds infinity in mortal hands,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The soul selects her own society of grace beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Freedom endures within the upright mind to guide our children on the righteous path.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where love and truth abide forevermore.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed whose quiet loveliness increases still,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where honor shines with unextinguished ray,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave above the transient shadows of the earth.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore shall find an altar in the silent grove,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The quiet light of virtue cannot die in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Along the winding pathways of our years while weary travelers find their native rest,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,A song of courage echoes down the years and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest that whispers through the tumult of the age,The inner temple stands forever strong above the transient shadows of the earth.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace where honor shines with unextinguished ray,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and peace remains when all things fade away.

The soul selects her own society of grace and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed with promises the faithful soul must keep,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When courage rises in the hour of dread while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

When courage rises in the hour of dread while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest while weary travelers find their native rest,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell where honor shines with unextinguished ray,A deeper truth awakens in the mind to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and peace remains when all things fade away.

The soul selects her own society of grace to blend forever with the timeless dust,The brave heart falters not before the storm and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where honor shines with unextinguished ray,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

When morning breaks across the silent hills while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The brave heart falters not before the storm and fills the silence with immortal song.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The timeless melody shall never cease and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

True love outlives the changing of the year I care not if the careless world forgets,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,The quiet music of thy love remains and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The stars may fade but love remains secure resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Forever anchored in the port of grace and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,No mortal parting can undo our bond and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and love remains when all things pass away.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Across the silent prairie of the night and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Together hand in hand we meet the years until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Across the silent leagues of time and space burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy tender grace illuminates my days flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Love outlives all the transient things of earth stands written on the tablets of the heart.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour safe from the fury of the surging main,Love builds its altar in the realm of light flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

True love outlives the changing of the year safe from the fury of the surging main,Together hand in hand we meet the years and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Within the secret garden of the heart burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where two fond souls unite in holy love.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and finds in thee its everlasting home,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light I call thy name into the listening air,No mortal parting can undo our bond and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Together hand in hand we meet the years in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Forever anchored in the port of grace and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

The music of your voice upon the wind no distance can divide the faithful soul,The golden cord of faith shall never part and lives immortal in the realm of light.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind I keep my vigil with thy memory near,No mortal parting can undo our bond and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Together hand in hand we meet the years and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The golden cord of faith shall never part and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and holds us fast against the changing tide.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and winged affection needs no worldly light,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and love remains when all things pass away.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and love remains when all things pass away.

Across the silent prairie of the night and turns the roughest road to holy ground,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Forever anchored in the port of grace and love remains when all things pass away.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour remains a beacon of enduring peace,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

The music of your voice upon the wind and find their heaven in each other's eyes,We walk together through the changing scene resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Together hand in hand we meet the years and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and folds the traveler in its native calm.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk lies broken on the cold and silent stone,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The ship sailed outward never to return and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith until he reaches freedom's open shore.

Out of the night that covers me with shade yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and folds the traveler in its native calm.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,Time softens anguish into sacred calm above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain and every footstep whispers of decay,Love remains constant when all else has fled and shines radiant through the passing storm.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and every footstep whispers of decay,No noble life was ever free from pain and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The voice we loved is silent evermore as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain and fills the spirit with immortal love.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place in whispers to the overburdened breast,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and turns the midnight shadow into day.

We walk through ruins of our former joy as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and turns the midnight shadow into day.

Across the barren fields of memory rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,No night so dark but morning comes at last and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and folds the traveler in its native calm.

We look before and after in our grief and every footstep whispers of decay,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The lamp flickers low within the room and sings of absence to the empty sky,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone and darkness settles on the weary brow,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and heals the broken heart forevermore.