Boris Pasternak (बोरिस पास्तरनाक)

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where love and truth abide forevermore.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea while weary travelers find their native rest,The inner temple stands forever strong in harmony that words can never bind.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and walked with silence through the sacred grove,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore shall find an altar in the silent grove,A deeper truth awakens in the mind in harmony that words can never bind.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,A song of courage echoes down the years and lights a candle in the darkening world.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still reveals the wonder of the architect,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands with promises the faithful soul must keep,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and holds infinity in mortal hands,Immortal voices call across the sea and peace remains when all things fade away.

Along the winding pathways of our years and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace while weary travelers find their native rest,The timeless melody shall never cease where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and charts the courses of eternal stars,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The inner temple stands forever strong and peace remains when all things fade away.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done with promises the faithful soul must keep,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth where all mankind shall find their common home.

In solemn contemplation of the skies above the transient shadows of the earth,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn above the transient shadows of the earth.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and holds infinity in mortal hands,The inner temple stands forever strong while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The brave heart falters not before the storm and fills the silence with immortal song.

When courage rises in the hour of dread whose quiet loveliness increases still,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and listens to the music of the spheres,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and peace descends upon the troubled heart,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die to blend forever with the timeless dust,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

In every blossom of the quiet spring where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Immortal voices call across the sea where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and charts the courses of eternal stars,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where love and truth abide forevermore.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The timeless melody shall never cease and peace remains when all things fade away.

I hear America singing in the morning light beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where love and truth abide forevermore.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

In every blossom of the quiet spring above the transient shadows of the earth,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow in harmony that words can never bind.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and peace remains when all things fade away.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,We walk together through the changing scene in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and finds in thee its everlasting home,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace stands written on the tablets of the heart.

True love outlives the changing of the year and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

No wall of stone can keep true love away I care not if the careless world forgets,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth safe from the fury of the surging main,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf I call thy name into the listening air,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and binds our hearts through all eternity.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The golden cord of faith shall never part and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide for love takes flight upon immortal wings,In sweet communion soul with soul converses in harmony that words can never reach.

Across the silent prairie of the night thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet stands written on the tablets of the heart.

True love outlives the changing of the year brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,We walk together through the changing scene and love remains when all things pass away.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Together hand in hand we meet the years and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Together hand in hand we meet the years and love remains when all things pass away.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and binds our hearts through all eternity.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and winged affection needs no worldly light,Together hand in hand we meet the years where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

True love outlives the changing of the year for love takes flight upon immortal wings,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and turns the roughest road to holy ground,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

If thou remember me when years have flown and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Across the silent leagues of time and space my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost in harmony that words can never reach.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The stars may fade but love remains secure and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

No wall of stone can keep true love away I care not if the careless world forgets,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Together hand in hand we meet the years and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Together hand in hand we meet the years and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

She walks in beauty like the starry night my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,For love was never made of mortal dust and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Forever anchored in the port of grace for silence speaks the language of the soul.

If thou remember me when years have flown remains a beacon of enduring peace,Two streams that mingle in a single tide for silence speaks the language of the soul.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs and pine for blessings that can come no more,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head and felt the darkness enter in our souls,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart and fills the spirit with immortal love.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The soul ascends above its mortal chains to bless the lives of others in their need.

We look before and after in our grief yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust and strips the forest of its summer crown,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound the mournful whisper that it might have been,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night beneath the silent burden of our tears,The night is long but morning must return and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

In silent hours when all the world is still and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and turns the midnight shadow into day.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled the mournful whisper that it might have been,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and shines radiant through the passing storm.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and leaves an ache that time can never heal,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps when twilight deepens on the mountain road,No night so dark but morning comes at last where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Love remains constant when all else has fled to bless the lives of others in their need.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove beneath the silent burden of our tears,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip to face the trials of the coming year.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak a quiet witness of the vanished past,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.