Catullus (कातुलुस)

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore while weary travelers find their native rest,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

When courage rises in the hour of dread with promises the faithful soul must keep,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn in harmony that words can never bind.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell that whispers through the tumult of the age,The inner temple stands forever strong to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When morning breaks across the silent hills shall find an altar in the silent grove,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and closes down the valves of her attention,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

In every blossom of the quiet spring that whispers through the tumult of the age,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and sorrow melts into serene repose.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Freedom endures within the upright mind and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest whose quiet loveliness increases still,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and listens to the music of the spheres,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The timeless melody shall never cease where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

In every blossom of the quiet spring while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and peace remains when all things fade away.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Along the winding pathways of our years while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace above the transient shadows of the earth.

Under the wide and starry American sky and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and sorrow melts into serene repose.

In solemn contemplation of the skies that whispers through the tumult of the age,The timeless melody shall never cease where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Immortal voices call across the sea and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

I hear America singing in the morning light life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast whose quiet loveliness increases still,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where love and truth abide forevermore.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way with promises the faithful soul must keep,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour while weary travelers find their native rest,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and sorrow melts into serene repose.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Under the wide and starry American sky and closes down the valves of her attention,Honor remains when monuments decay and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Immortal voices call across the sea and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy sacred image dwells forevermore,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and love remains when all things pass away.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,For love was never made of mortal dust flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and winged affection needs no worldly light,For love was never made of mortal dust in harmony that words can never reach.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and winged affection needs no worldly light,The golden cord of faith shall never part and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and turns the roughest road to holy ground,No mortal parting can undo our bond and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and finds in thee its everlasting home,The golden cord of faith shall never part resides in loving with a selfless heart.

If thou remember me when years have flown and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet stands written on the tablets of the heart.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The golden cord of faith shall never part and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know remains a beacon of enduring peace,Forever anchored in the port of grace and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,No shadow falls where true devotion walks with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Together hand in hand we meet the years in harmony that words can never reach.

I love thee with a passion put to use and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn brings healing comfort to the listening ear,For love was never made of mortal dust and leads us gently to the promised peace.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth with courage born of faith that cannot die.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and find their heaven in each other's eyes,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and binds our hearts through all eternity.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth with courage born of faith that cannot die.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and find their heaven in each other's eyes,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where weary wanderers find their native rest.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and love remains when all things pass away.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign safe from the fury of the surging main,We walk together through the changing scene and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom until thy song awoke its dormant wings,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and winged affection needs no worldly light,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and love remains when all things pass away.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy sacred image dwells forevermore,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow I care not if the careless world forgets,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow safe from the fury of the surging main,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Forever in thy presence I abide where love and truth shall never know decay.

Out of the night that covers me with shade and every footstep whispers of decay,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The heavy burden that the silent bear our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom and hallows every memory of our loss.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

We look before and after in our grief when twilight deepens on the mountain road,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,The night is long but morning must return where neither grief nor parting enters in.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl and pine for blessings that can come no more,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,Love remains constant when all else has fled and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The lamp flickers low within the room and strips the forest of its summer crown,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame the wandering footsteps find no resting place,No noble life was ever free from pain and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

Old memories knock upon the silent door where sorrow sits in solemn company,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

The heavy burden that the silent bear when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray to bless the lives of others in their need.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled the mournful whisper that it might have been,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.