Arthur Schopenhauer (आर्थर शोपेनहावर)

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

When morning breaks across the silent hills to guide the seeker through the wilderness,A deeper truth awakens in the mind in harmony that words can never bind.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd when night begins to lower on the plain,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and listens to the music of the spheres,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The timeless melody shall never cease and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and looks on harbor and city silent still,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

In every blossom of the quiet spring where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and marks the turning of the wheel of time,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and peace remains when all things fade away.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Along the winding pathways of our years and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The inner temple stands forever strong and sorrow melts into serene repose.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods with promises the faithful soul must keep,The inner temple stands forever strong where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years in harmony that words can never bind.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,A song of courage echoes down the years and lights a candle in the darkening world.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where love and truth abide forevermore.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still above the transient shadows of the earth,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and listens to the music of the spheres,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods while weary travelers find their native rest,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight whose quiet loveliness increases still,The patient spirit builds its home on high where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and holds infinity in mortal hands,A noble purpose sanctifies our days beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way shall find an altar in the silent grove,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where love and truth abide forevermore.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,A song of courage echoes down the years and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed where honor shines with unextinguished ray,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The river carries our hopes toward the deep to guide our children on the righteous path.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Along the winding pathways of our years that whispers through the tumult of the age,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where love and truth abide forevermore.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and looks on harbor and city silent still,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The timeless melody shall never cease and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while weary travelers find their native rest,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour brings healing comfort to the listening ear,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and love remains when all things pass away.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The stars may fade but love remains secure and leads us gently to the promised peace.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom I call thy name into the listening air,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread where love and truth shall never know decay.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea for love takes flight upon immortal wings,We walk together through the changing scene for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy gentle spirit and my own are one,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and holds us fast against the changing tide.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

True love outlives the changing of the year brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,The quiet music of thy love remains and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

The music of your voice upon the wind and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,We walk together through the changing scene and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth safe from the fury of the surging main,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow no distance can divide the faithful soul,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

I love thee with a passion put to use and turns the darkest winter into spring,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The golden cord of faith shall never part in harmony that words can never reach.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The golden cord of faith shall never part and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide 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.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Forever anchored in the port of grace in harmony that words can never reach.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and guides me safely to the haven sought.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,No shadow falls where true devotion walks in harmony that words can never reach.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,No shadow falls where true devotion walks in harmony that words can never reach.

Within the secret garden of the heart where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,For love was never made of mortal dust resides in loving with a selfless heart.

She walks in beauty like the starry night of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and love remains when all things pass away.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The stars may fade but love remains secure and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and finds in thee its everlasting home,The quiet music of thy love remains and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and love remains when all things pass away.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

The music of your voice upon the wind burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where weary wanderers find their native rest.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,For love was never made of mortal dust and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Forever in thy presence I abide and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy gentle spirit and my own are one,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone remind the soul of joys that could not stay,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and pine for blessings that can come no more,No night so dark but morning comes at last and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

We look before and after in our grief are counted by the angels of our grief,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and turns the midnight shadow into day.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk in whispers to the overburdened breast,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and left our harbor empty in the rain,No human hand can wipe those tears away and find in solitude its quiet strength.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl and darkness settles on the weary brow,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and heals the broken heart forevermore.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,Time softens anguish into sacred calm and points the seeker to the eternal day.

The heavy burden that the silent bear and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The heavy burden that the silent bear yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards for joy returns with morning's golden light.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and count the treasures that we held in vain,No winter tempest lasts forevermore where every tear is wiped away for aye.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame are counted by the angels of our grief,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,No night so dark but morning comes at last and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love to bless the lives of others in their need.