Carlos Drummond de Andrade (कार्लोस ड्रमंड डी एंड्रेड)

A solitary bell tolls across the slumbering valley and weaves a tapestry of longing in the air,Through every dark eclipse the morning star returns and keeps its holy covenant with all the stars.

We walked through streets paved with echoes of forgotten songs and leaves a constellation of wonder upon the brow,The seed that slumbers in the furrow knows the coming spring and gives to mortal hands the touch of the divine.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed reveals the wonder of the architect,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Time is a river that sweeps me away into eternity while distant bells keep vigil over the sleeping town,The melody endures when instruments have turned to clay and crowns the patient soul with victory.

Through the open archway enters the scent of jasmine where ancient passions slumber beneath the quiet earth,Across the silent pampas rides the spirit of the free and guides the wandering pilgrim safely home.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Through the open archway enters the scent of jasmine and brings the holy silence of the mountain height,The truth remains unaltered through the shifting tides of time and finds its dwelling in the eternal home of grace.

The guitars weep for evenings that will never return and turns the weary journey into sacred song,The melody endures when instruments have turned to clay and crowns the patient soul with victory.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and peace remains when all things fade away.

Words become lanterns swinging in the deep twilight where every shadow deepens into timeless grace,The silent forest guards the spring of everlasting youth and brings redemption to the sorrow of the earth.

The yellow butterfly flutters through the silent courtyard while twilight weaves its purple mantle on the hills,The melody endures when instruments have turned to clay and turns the barren desert into flowering fields.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

We walked through streets paved with echoes of forgotten songs while twilight weaves its purple mantle on the hills,Across the silent pampas rides the spirit of the free and leaves a legacy of light that never fades.

Time is a river that sweeps me away into eternity and brings the holy silence of the mountain height,In every broken fragment shines a mirror of the whole and watches steadfast till the shadows flee away.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,A noble purpose sanctifies our days while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

From the deep canyons of memory rises a silver star and whispers secrets known only to the midnight wind,The truth remains unaltered through the shifting tides of time and gives to mortal hands the touch of the divine.

In the vast solitude of time the heart still burns and weaves a tapestry of longing in the air,The ancient road leads onward though the travelers depart and keeps its holy covenant with all the stars.

In every blossom of the quiet spring outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where love and truth abide forevermore.

The guitars weep for evenings that will never return where dreams and waking walk hand in hand together,Deep in the patient earth the silver veins run true and writes its name in gold upon the gates of dawn.

The ocean breathes its eternal rhythm upon the shore where dreams and waking walk hand in hand together,In every broken fragment shines a mirror of the whole and brings sweet water to the thirsting heart of man.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Through the open archway enters the scent of jasmine and turns the weary journey into sacred song,Deep in the patient earth the silver veins run true and watches steadfast till the shadows flee away.

Through the open archway enters the scent of jasmine where every shadow deepens into timeless grace,Beyond the edge of sorrow waits the everlasting day and shines unclouded through the tempest of the world.

Along the winding pathways of our years and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The patient spirit builds its home on high and sorrow melts into serene repose.

A thousand sunsets melt into the quiet Andean dust while solitary riders vanish beyond the hills,The seed that slumbers in the furrow knows the coming spring and gives to mortal hands the touch of the divine.

Time is a river that sweeps me away into eternity while solitary riders vanish beyond the hills,The solitary watchman greets the first pale beam of dawn and keeps its holy covenant with all the stars.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and holds infinity in mortal hands,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where love and truth abide forevermore.

A solitary bell tolls across the slumbering valley where timeless oceans mirror the mystery of skies,Across the silent pampas rides the spirit of the free and gives to mortal hands the touch of the divine.

The guitars weep for evenings that will never return and turns the weary journey into sacred song,No tyrant's shadow can extinguish wisdom's radiant light and finds its dwelling in the eternal home of grace.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

A thousand sunsets melt into the quiet Andean dust and leaves a constellation of wonder upon the brow,No tyrant's shadow can extinguish wisdom's radiant light and walks in quiet beauty through the fields of time.

In the vast solitude of time the heart still burns and breathes sweet solace into the sorrowing heart,The solitary watchman greets the first pale beam of dawn and gives to mortal hands the touch of the divine.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The old stone fountain whispers legends of the night and leaves the fragrance of amber in the quiet room,In every broken fragment shines a mirror of the whole and lifts the heavy burden from the weary mind.

Through the open archway enters the scent of jasmine and brings the holy silence of the mountain height,The song outlives the singer in the memory of the trees and plants the seeds of hope within the silent earth.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The timeless melody shall never cease and peace remains when all things fade away.

A thousand sunsets melt into the quiet Andean dust while faithful stars keep watch across the tranquil sea,The timeless mountain towers calm above the passing storm and gives to mortal hands the touch of the divine.

Beneath the southern cross our destiny was carved and leaves the fragrance of amber in the quiet room,True greatness leaves its footprints in the kindness of the hand and finds its dwelling in the eternal home of grace.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and listens to the music of the spheres,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

I name the wind and the shadows answer with a song and charts a sacred path through shadows of the past,The silent forest guards the spring of everlasting youth and fills the listening night with majesty and calm.

I have entered the labyrinth of mirrors and infinite sand while faithful stars keep watch across the tranquil sea,A single spark of noble truth can set the night ablaze and turns the barren desert into flowering fields.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved in secret and turns the darkest pathway into radiant realms of light,In life and death my soul shall keep its covenant with you and answers every sorrow with the music of your voice.

I seek no other paradise than by your faithful side where every glance becomes a prayer of gratitude and praise,The quiet fortress of your love defends against all grief and brings the holy solace that the lonely heart desired.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name for love takes flight upon immortal wings,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and love remains when all things pass away.

You walked into my life like moonlight on a tranquil lake and finds in your communion all the peace it ever sought,In life and death my soul shall keep its covenant with you and answers every sorrow with the music of your voice.

In the warm sanctuary of your gaze the winter turns to spring where peace and passion mingle like the river and the sea,No winter tempest can quench out the warmth of our embrace and keeps our faithful beacon burning through the night.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name no distance can divide the faithful soul,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

You walked into my life like moonlight on a tranquil lake where every heartbeat whispers of a love that cannot die,The simplest word from your sweet lips restores my peace of mind and turns each bitter memory to sweetness in the end.

Across all distances and years my heart remembers you and lifts my mortal longing to the threshold of the skies,In life and death my soul shall keep its covenant with you and brings the holy solace that the lonely heart desired.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The golden cord of faith shall never part and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

My love for you was written in the stars before all time where gentle mercy washes every sorrow from the soul,The quiet fortress of your love defends against all grief and turns each bitter memory to sweetness in the end.

The gentleness of your embrace dissolves the bitter cold where peace and passion mingle like the river and the sea,The whisper of your affection turns the weeping into song and shines with undiminished light across the seas of time.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The world was vast and desolate until your voice was heard where every heartbeat whispers of a love that cannot die,To walk beside you on this earth is blessedness enough and plants eternal roses where the thorns of grief had grown.

Your presence turns the simplest room into a royal court and shines with steadfast radiance through the shadows of the world,In your true faith my troubled soul has found its holy home and shields our happy dwelling from the malice of the world.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The golden cord of faith shall never part and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

In the warm sanctuary of your gaze the winter turns to spring and turns the darkest pathway into radiant realms of light,Your gentle hands bring healing to the deepest hidden pain and shines with undiminished light across the seas of time.

In every secret thought of mine your image sits enthroned and burns with pure devotion that outlives the fleeting clay,The memory of your tenderness remains my guiding light and gives to fleeting life the seal of an enduring grace.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy gentle spirit and my own are one,We walk together through the changing scene in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

My love for you was written in the stars before all time and finds its holy dwelling in the silence of your heart,Our spirits blend like colors at the closing of the day and brings the holy solace that the lonely heart desired.

I seek no other paradise than by your faithful side and wraps my spirit round with warmth of everlasting spring,No winter tempest can quench out the warmth of our embrace and gives to fleeting life the seal of an enduring grace.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and love remains when all things pass away.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved in secret and turns the darkest pathway into radiant realms of light,Your gentle hands bring healing to the deepest hidden pain and turns each bitter memory to sweetness in the end.

Your eyes are two deep harbors where my vessel finds its rest and blesses every hour with the grace of your sweet smile,In your true faith my troubled soul has found its holy home and shields our happy dwelling from the malice of the world.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour I care not if the careless world forgets,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

When your hand touches mine the worldly tumult fades away and blesses every hour with the grace of your sweet smile,In life and death my soul shall keep its covenant with you and holds our fragile bark secure amid the surging tide.

My soul reaches toward your touch like flowers to the sun and lifts my mortal longing to the threshold of the skies,In your true faith my troubled soul has found its holy home and sanctifies our union with the blessing from on high.

If thou remember me when years have flown safe from the fury of the surging main,Together hand in hand we meet the years until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The gentleness of your embrace dissolves the bitter cold and lifts my mortal longing to the threshold of the skies,No parting can divide the hearts that love has bound as one and sanctifies our union with the blessing from on high.

In every secret thought of mine your image sits enthroned where peace and passion mingle like the river and the sea,Our spirits blend like colors at the closing of the day and gives our mortal love a wing to soar above the dust.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,We walk together through the changing scene for silence speaks the language of the soul.

The fragrance of your hair clings softly to the evening wind and blesses every hour with the grace of your sweet smile,The memory of your tenderness remains my guiding light and sanctifies our union with the blessing from on high.

When your hand touches mine the worldly tumult fades away and turns the darkest pathway into radiant realms of light,A sacred flame burns quietly within our shared domain and leaves a fragrant blessing on the thresholds of the heart.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where two fond souls unite in holy love.

The fragrance of your hair clings softly to the evening wind and wraps my spirit round with warmth of everlasting spring,Your tender loyalty remains the anchor of my days and blossoms like a garden in the desert of the days.

The fragrance of your hair clings softly to the evening wind and finds its holy dwelling in the silence of your heart,The timeless bond between our souls defies the mortal grave and mirrors heaven's mercy in the kindness of your gaze.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

My love for you was written in the stars before all time and shines with steadfast radiance through the shadows of the world,The quiet waters of your love sustain my weary spirit and answers every sorrow with the music of your voice.

The gentleness of your embrace dissolves the bitter cold and blesses every hour with the grace of your sweet smile,The quiet fortress of your love defends against all grief and shelters every tear within the harbor of your peace.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy tender grace illuminates my days with courage born of faith that cannot die.

In every secret thought of mine your image sits enthroned and finds in your communion all the peace it ever sought,In your true faith my troubled soul has found its holy home and shelters every tear within the harbor of your peace.

I found your beauty waiting in the shadow of the rose and turns the darkest pathway into radiant realms of light,In your true faith my troubled soul has found its holy home and turns each bitter memory to sweetness in the end.

No messenger arrives to bring relief to this despair and mourns the brief mortality of all beloved things,Through tears the eyes behold a world purified of pride and turns the cry of agony into a sacred hymn.

The dreams we cherished turned to ashes in the autumn frost and mourns the brief mortality of all beloved things,From ashes of bereavement grows a solemn, deeper grace and crowns the suffering spirit with the diadem of grace.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The door is locked forever that was open wide to joy and mocks the hollow silence with the memory of your voice,Beyond the vale of weeping lies the mountain of release and teaches human tenderness through suffering endured.

The sweetest cup of life was shattered on the stony ground and leaves the solitary heart to bear its grief alone,The tempest expends its fury and the quiet sea returns and shelters every wounded soul within its quiet fold.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Love remains constant when all else has fled and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The sweetest cup of life was shattered on the stony ground while ghostly echoes whisper of the joy that could not stay,No sorrow lasts forever in this changing sphere of dust and whispers consolation when all earthly voices fail.

Across the winter barrenness the cold wind moans alone and leaves the weary pilgrim in the desert of his grief,The heavy stone of agony will wear away in time and finds at last its resting place in everlasting calm.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The door is locked forever that was open wide to joy where weeping shadows wander through the corridors of pain,The longest night must yield at last to the returning dawn and lights a quiet beacon on the far eternal shore.

A solitary candle flickers in the drafty room and drains the vital spirit of its courage to endure,The solitary pine endures the winter's fiercest gale and leads the faithful heart across the boundary of fear.

We look before and after in our grief rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,No noble life was ever free from pain and heals the broken heart forevermore.

A solitary candle flickers in the drafty room and drowns the fragile vessel in the tempest of despair,The pilgrim takes his staff again though weary and alone and seals the final victory of patience over pain.

The door is locked forever that was open wide to joy and mocks the hollow silence with the memory of your voice,The wound becomes the portal where the healing light comes in and crowns the suffering spirit with the diadem of grace.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and darkness settles on the weary brow,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

My cries are swallowed by the vast indifference of the sky while lonely vigils lengthen through the terror of the night,The heavy stone of agony will wear away in time and opens wide the gates of mercy to the bruised and poor.

A solitary candle flickers in the drafty room and mourns the brief mortality of all beloved things,The memory of the departed remains a holy shrine and brings the deep tranquility that worldly tumult flees.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone a quiet witness of the vanished past,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

No messenger arrives to bring relief to this despair and leaves the solitary heart to bear its grief alone,Through tears the eyes behold a world purified of pride and leads the weary wanderer toward the haven of his rest.