Carlo Goldoni (कार्लो गोल्दोनी)

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and peace remains when all things fade away.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand above the transient shadows of the earth.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and fills the silence with immortal song.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and lights a candle in the darkening world.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace shall find an altar in the silent grove,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul that whispers through the tumult of the age,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The timeless melody shall never cease and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and charts the courses of eternal stars,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The inner temple stands forever strong where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and fills the silence with immortal song.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and fills the silence with immortal song.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and lights a candle in the darkening wild,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where love and truth abide forevermore.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Honor remains when monuments decay where all mankind shall find their common home.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and listens to the music of the spheres,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow above the transient shadows of the earth.

Under the wide and starry American sky and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and lights a candle in the darkening world.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and listens to the music of the spheres,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way above the transient shadows of the earth,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A deeper truth awakens in the mind in harmony that words can never bind.

Under the wide and starry American sky when night begins to lower on the plain,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth that whispers through the tumult of the age,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

When courage rises in the hour of dread while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The quiet light of virtue cannot die above the transient shadows of the earth.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and listens to the music of the spheres,Immortal voices call across the sea and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and looks on harbor and city silent still,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way shall find an altar in the silent grove,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and holds infinity in mortal hands,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief above the transient shadows of the earth.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,A golden morning breaks upon the hill above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore thy grace descends upon my weary soul,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

No wall of stone can keep true love away shall find its kindred spirit at the last,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The purest joy that mortal life can yield until the shadows flee before the dawn.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know I care not if the careless world forgets,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Across the silent prairie of the night and finds in thee its everlasting home,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and winged affection needs no worldly light,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Together hand in hand we meet the years and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Within the secret garden of the heart that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Across the silent leagues of time and space remains a beacon of enduring peace,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

If thou remember me when years have flown and warms the winter of the lonely mind,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and love remains when all things pass away.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The stars may fade but love remains secure and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and fills my being with a sacred warmth,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy gentle spirit and my own are one,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Thy love is better than the richest wine burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Together we shall meet the rising dawn stands written on the tablets of the heart.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,We walk together through the changing scene and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Within the secret garden of the heart whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth I care not if the careless world forgets,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow resides in loving with a selfless heart.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and turns the darkest winter into spring,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,We walk together through the changing scene in harmony that words can never reach.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and turns the darkest winter into spring,No mortal parting can undo our bond and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold where love and truth shall never know decay.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,We walk together through the changing scene and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest for joy returns with morning's golden light.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The voice we loved is silent evermore recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul where neither grief nor parting enters in.

Across the barren fields of memory and every footstep whispers of decay,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards for joy returns with morning's golden light.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief to face the trials of the coming year.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and left our harbor empty in the rain,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace where every tear is wiped away for aye.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and strips the forest of its summer crown,The twilight passes into eternal dawn to face the morrow with an upright brow.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar the wandering footsteps find no resting place,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The voice we loved is silent evermore while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,From broken shards a noble temple grows when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The tears that fall in secret through the night the mournful whisper that it might have been,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and shines radiant through the passing storm.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,No human hand can wipe those tears away above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

In silent hours when all the world is still and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word can never wake the joy that once was ours,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak are counted by the angels of our grief,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.