Blaise Pascal (ब्लेज पास्कल)

The sacred spark that burns within the breast whose quiet loveliness increases still,Immortal voices call across the sea and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and charts the courses of eternal stars,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and looks on harbor and city silent still,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The inner temple stands forever strong beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where love and truth abide forevermore.

When courage rises in the hour of dread reveals the wonder of the architect,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and holds infinity in mortal hands,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and peace remains when all things fade away.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The brave heart falters not before the storm and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The patient spirit builds its home on high to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and marks the turning of the wheel of time,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest that whispers through the tumult of the age,Immortal voices call across the sea in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall in harmony that words can never bind.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and charts the courses of eternal stars,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and listens to the music of the spheres,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind with promises the faithful soul must keep,Freedom endures within the upright mind where all mankind shall find their common home.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

In every blossom of the quiet spring while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Along the winding pathways of our years while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and listens to the music of the spheres,The inner temple stands forever strong and peace remains when all things fade away.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest that whispers through the tumult of the age,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still reveals the wonder of the architect,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest above the transient shadows of the earth,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Under the wide and starry American sky and closes down the valves of her attention,A song of courage echoes down the years and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

In solemn contemplation of the skies reveals the wonder of the architect,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies above the transient shadows of the earth.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where honor shines with unextinguished ray,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way shall find an altar in the silent grove,Immortal voices call across the sea while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet when night begins to lower on the plain,The brave heart falters not before the storm and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and listens to the music of the spheres,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The inner temple stands forever strong where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The inner temple stands forever strong beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign no distance can divide the faithful soul,The purest joy that mortal life can yield flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy tender grace illuminates my days with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace stands written on the tablets of the heart.

The music of your voice upon the wind and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The purest joy that mortal life can yield in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth for love takes flight upon immortal wings,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

If thou remember me when years have flown my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Two streams that mingle in a single tide resides in loving with a selfless heart.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,We walk together through the changing scene and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Across the silent prairie of the night thy grace descends upon my weary soul,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and find their heaven in each other's eyes,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and leads us gently to the promised peace.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets thy grace descends upon my weary soul,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun brings healing comfort to the listening ear,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and lives immortal in the realm of light.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and leads us gently to the promised peace.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Forever in thy presence I abide and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy sacred image dwells forevermore,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

If thou remember me when years have flown of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough until thy song awoke its dormant wings,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height no distance can divide the faithful soul,For love was never made of mortal dust for silence speaks the language of the soul.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea brings healing comfort to the listening ear,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where two fond souls unite in holy love.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,The quiet music of thy love remains and holds us fast against the changing tide.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height safe from the fury of the surging main,We walk together through the changing scene and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The golden cord of faith shall never part and lives immortal in the realm of light.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and finds in thee its everlasting home,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,The stars may fade but love remains secure and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of no distance can divide the faithful soul,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Our spirits blend in everlasting song in harmony that words can never reach.

No wall of stone can keep true love away no distance can divide the faithful soul,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Together we shall meet the rising dawn where love and truth shall never know decay.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow when feeling reaches for the grace divine,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray for joy returns with morning's golden light.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled in whispers to the overburdened breast,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and fills the spirit with immortal love.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The tears that fall in secret through the night and darkness settles on the weary brow,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night beside the waters of unchanging peace.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The heavy burden that the silent bear rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and felt the darkness enter in our souls,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross to face the morrow with an upright brow.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The soul ascends above its mortal chains beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The heavy burden that the silent bear and darkness settles on the weary brow,No night so dark but morning comes at last when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint for joy returns with morning's golden light.