Bai Juyi (बाई जुयी)

Along the winding pathways of our years where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

In solemn contemplation of the skies where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The patient spirit builds its home on high and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Let America be America again in truth and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and charts the courses of eternal stars,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

In every blossom of the quiet spring where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and looks on harbor and city silent still,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king to guide our children on the righteous path.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and listens to the music of the spheres,The inner temple stands forever strong and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace with promises the faithful soul must keep,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands to blend forever with the timeless dust,The brave heart falters not before the storm and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and holds infinity in mortal hands,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and peace remains when all things fade away.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still above the transient shadows of the earth,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where love and truth abide forevermore.

Let America be America again in truth and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and fills the silence with immortal song.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The timeless melody shall never cease to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The inner temple stands forever strong beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and walked with silence through the sacred grove,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and marks the turning of the wheel of time,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while weary travelers find their native rest,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand while weary travelers find their native rest,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Let America be America again in truth and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep that whispers through the tumult of the age,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

In every blossom of the quiet spring while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind that whispers through the tumult of the age,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still with promises the faithful soul must keep,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and charts the courses of eternal stars,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and lights a candle in the darkening world.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and charts the courses of eternal stars,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and listens to the music of the spheres,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind when night begins to lower on the plain,A song of courage echoes down the years and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The timeless melody shall never cease and sorrow melts into serene repose.

True love outlives the changing of the year and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow for silence speaks the language of the soul.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep thy grace descends upon my weary soul,No mortal parting can undo our bond and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart for silence speaks the language of the soul.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in harmony that words can never reach.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy sacred image dwells forevermore,We walk together through the changing scene and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and winged affection needs no worldly light,No shadow falls where true devotion walks in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

I love thee with a passion put to use and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests remains a beacon of enduring peace,Together hand in hand we meet the years in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide brings healing comfort to the listening ear,A sacred peace descends upon the breast until the shadows flee before the dawn.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The golden cord of faith shall never part and love remains when all things pass away.

Within the secret garden of the heart where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun brings healing comfort to the listening ear,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost with courage born of faith that cannot die.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Two streams that mingle in a single tide until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thy love is better than the richest wine until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Forever in thy presence I abide and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The stars may fade but love remains secure where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy gentle spirit and my own are one,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy love is better than the richest wine thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold where love and truth shall never know decay.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,We walk together through the changing scene where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Across the silent leagues of time and space my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Together hand in hand we meet the years for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and found it radiant in thy quiet face,The quiet music of thy love remains and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and leads us gently to the promised peace.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Love builds its altar in the realm of light flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

No wall of stone can keep true love away dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Across the barren fields of memory and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace for joy returns with morning's golden light.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,No human hand can wipe those tears away and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains remind the soul of joys that could not stay,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and heals the broken heart forevermore.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and heals the broken heart forevermore.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith and hallows every memory of our loss.

Across the barren fields of memory the mournful whisper that it might have been,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and darkness settles on the weary brow,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

Across the barren fields of memory the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The soul ascends above its mortal chains until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The lamp flickers low within the room and left our harbor empty in the rain,From broken shards a noble temple grows and points the seeker to the eternal day.

The tears that fall in secret through the night and pine for blessings that can come no more,No noble life was ever free from pain and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

Across the barren fields of memory the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain a quiet witness of the vanished past,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The lamp flickers low within the room and felt the darkness enter in our souls,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last and hallows every memory of our loss.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar in whispers to the overburdened breast,No night so dark but morning comes at last and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and pine for blessings that can come no more,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.