Bozena Nemcova (बोज़ेना नेमकोवा)

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and sorrow melts into serene repose.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep reveals the wonder of the architect,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace reveals the wonder of the architect,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and sorrow melts into serene repose.

In every blossom of the quiet spring shall find an altar in the silent grove,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth whose quiet loveliness increases still,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and sorrow melts into serene repose.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore that whispers through the tumult of the age,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while weary travelers find their native rest,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

When morning breaks across the silent hills that whispers through the tumult of the age,The golden harvest waits for those who toil above the transient shadows of the earth.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and holds infinity in mortal hands,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and peace remains when all things fade away.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and holds infinity in mortal hands,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

In every blossom of the quiet spring with promises the faithful soul must keep,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and listens to the music of the spheres,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The inner temple stands forever strong to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The golden harvest waits for those who toil in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest reveals the wonder of the architect,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Beneath the starry canopy of night with promises the faithful soul must keep,A deeper truth awakens in the mind beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight that whispers through the tumult of the age,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave above the transient shadows of the earth.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest shall find an altar in the silent grove,The quiet light of virtue cannot die in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and holds infinity in mortal hands,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and peace remains when all things fade away.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way to guide the seeker through the wilderness,A deeper truth awakens in the mind to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The inner temple stands forever strong and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The timeless melody shall never cease and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and charts the courses of eternal stars,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still above the transient shadows of the earth,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Along the winding pathways of our years and listens to the music of the spheres,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul above the transient shadows of the earth,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The stars may fade but love remains secure where weary wanderers find their native rest.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

The music of your voice upon the wind and finds in thee its everlasting home,Forever anchored in the port of grace in harmony that words can never reach.

The music of your voice upon the wind brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain with courage born of faith that cannot die.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Forever anchored in the port of grace where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and winged affection needs no worldly light,Two streams that mingle in a single tide with courage born of faith that cannot die.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign no distance can divide the faithful soul,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

True love outlives the changing of the year burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and winged affection needs no worldly light,We walk together through the changing scene and love remains when all things pass away.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where weary wanderers find their native rest.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and find their heaven in each other's eyes,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,For love was never made of mortal dust and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Together hand in hand we meet the years where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

True love outlives the changing of the year my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Love builds its altar in the realm of light in harmony that words can never reach.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom in harmony that words can never reach.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy gentle spirit and my own are one,No shadow falls where true devotion walks with courage born of faith that cannot die.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and lives immortal in the realm of light.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where weary wanderers find their native rest.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy tender grace illuminates my days until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun thy gentle spirit and my own are one,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and love remains when all things pass away.

The music of your voice upon the wind can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Together hand in hand we meet the years where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests safe from the fury of the surging main,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and finds in thee its everlasting home,The golden cord of faith shall never part and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame when twilight deepens on the mountain road,No noble life was ever free from pain and life awakens from the frozen ground.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,No noble life was ever free from pain and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The tears that fall in secret through the night lies broken on the cold and silent stone,In patient silence let the sufferer wait when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair lies broken on the cold and silent stone,No night so dark but morning comes at last for joy returns with morning's golden light.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards to bless the lives of others in their need.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and pine for blessings that can come no more,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

In silent hours when all the world is still though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and pine for blessings that can come no more,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men are counted by the angels of our grief,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and folds the traveler in its native calm.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,A tender angel watches o'er our grief to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist in whispers to the overburdened breast,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and every footstep whispers of decay,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and heals the broken heart forevermore.

Out of the night that covers me with shade and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Love remains constant when all else has fled where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.