Cecilia Meireles (सेसिलिया मीरेलेस)

In the vast solitude of time the heart still burns until the heavens open with an immortal light,Beyond the edge of sorrow waits the everlasting day and turns the barren desert into flowering fields.

A sudden breeze scatters petals of red hibiscus and wakes the sleeping echoes of forgotten love,The song outlives the singer in the memory of the trees and watches steadfast till the shadows flee away.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

A solitary bell tolls across the slumbering valley and weaves a tapestry of longing in the air,A quiet courage rises when the worldly voices fade and mirrors heaven in the calm depths of the soul.

A thousand sunsets melt into the quiet Andean dust where every shadow deepens into timeless grace,The timeless mountain towers calm above the passing storm and brings sweet water to the thirsting heart of man.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The yellow butterfly flutters through the silent courtyard and brings the holy silence of the mountain height,The seed that slumbers in the furrow knows the coming spring and guides the wandering pilgrim safely home.

In the vast solitude of time the heart still burns where dreams and waking walk hand in hand together,Deep in the patient earth the silver veins run true and mirrors heaven in the calm depths of the soul.

Along the winding pathways of our years and peace descends upon the troubled heart,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Beneath the southern cross our destiny was carved and whispers secrets known only to the midnight wind,True greatness leaves its footprints in the kindness of the hand and lifts the heavy burden from the weary mind.

Between the memory of rain and the fragrance of lime and brings the holy silence of the mountain height,Through every dark eclipse the morning star returns and brings sweet water to the thirsting heart of man.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

We walked through streets paved with echoes of forgotten songs and crowns the wandering spirit with nocturnal peace,A sacred peace descends upon the weary head of stone and keeps its holy covenant with all the stars.

Words become lanterns swinging in the deep twilight while distant bells keep vigil over the sleeping town,The truth remains unaltered through the shifting tides of time and fills the listening night with majesty and calm.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

A solitary bell tolls across the slumbering valley while faithful stars keep watch across the tranquil sea,The melody endures when instruments have turned to clay and leaves a legacy of light that never fades.

I have entered the labyrinth of mirrors and infinite sand and wakes the sleeping echoes of forgotten love,Deep in the patient earth the silver veins run true and preserves the sacred spark of human dignity.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where love and truth abide forevermore.

Words become lanterns swinging in the deep twilight until the heavens open with an immortal light,The truth remains unaltered through the shifting tides of time and leaves a legacy of light that never fades.

A solitary bell tolls across the slumbering valley and turns the weary journey into sacred song,The song outlives the singer in the memory of the trees and preserves the sacred spark of human dignity.

Along the winding pathways of our years and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

A thousand sunsets melt into the quiet Andean dust and leaves a constellation of wonder upon the brow,No wall of stone can shut away the freedom of the soul and mirrors heaven in the calm depths of the soul.

The old stone fountain whispers legends of the night and breathes sweet solace into the sorrowing heart,The song outlives the singer in the memory of the trees and gives to mortal hands the touch of the divine.

In solemn contemplation of the skies where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The inner temple stands forever strong and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The dawn awakens slowly over misted cordilleras and fills the empty horizons with music of the soul,In every broken fragment shines a mirror of the whole and gives to mortal hands the touch of the divine.

I name the wind and the shadows answer with a song and leaves a constellation of wonder upon the brow,Beyond the edge of sorrow waits the everlasting day and plants the seeds of hope within the silent earth.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way above the transient shadows of the earth,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Beneath the southern cross our destiny was carved and whispers secrets known only to the midnight wind,The seed that slumbers in the furrow knows the coming spring and shines unclouded through the tempest of the world.

The dawn awakens slowly over misted cordilleras while faithful stars keep watch across the tranquil sea,Deep in the patient earth the silver veins run true and brings redemption to the sorrow of the earth.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods reveals the wonder of the architect,The quiet light of virtue cannot die to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Between the memory of rain and the fragrance of lime where ancient passions slumber beneath the quiet earth,The silent forest guards the spring of everlasting youth and fills the listening night with majesty and calm.

We walked through streets paved with echoes of forgotten songs until the heavens open with an immortal light,Beyond the edge of sorrow waits the everlasting day and preserves the sacred spark of human dignity.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth above the transient shadows of the earth,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The yellow butterfly flutters through the silent courtyard where ancient passions slumber beneath the quiet earth,Deep in the patient earth the silver veins run true and fills the listening night with majesty and calm.

Time is a river that sweeps me away into eternity and breathes sweet solace into the sorrowing heart,The song outlives the singer in the memory of the trees and finds its dwelling in the eternal home of grace.

In solemn contemplation of the skies while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

From the deep canyons of memory rises a silver star until the heavens open with an immortal light,The song outlives the singer in the memory of the trees and lifts the heavy burden from the weary mind.

Through the open archway enters the scent of jasmine and wakes the sleeping echoes of forgotten love,The ancient road leads onward though the travelers depart and brings redemption to the sorrow of the earth.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast whose quiet loveliness increases still,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines under distant stars while solitary riders vanish beyond the hills,True greatness leaves its footprints in the kindness of the hand and keeps its holy covenant with all the stars.

I name the wind and the shadows answer with a song and turns the weary journey into sacred song,In every broken fragment shines a mirror of the whole and shines unclouded through the tempest of the world.

In the warm sanctuary of your gaze the winter turns to spring and finds its holy dwelling in the silence of your heart,Your gentle hands bring healing to the deepest hidden pain and fills each passing moment with a sweet and sacred joy.

Your presence turns the simplest room into a royal court where peace and passion mingle like the river and the sea,The beauty of your soul reflects the radiance of the skies and fills each passing moment with a sweet and sacred joy.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and warms the winter of the lonely mind,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and leads us gently to the promised peace.

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 shines with undiminished light across the seas of time.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved in secret and leaves a silver wake of wonder on the lonely sea,In life and death my soul shall keep its covenant with you and keeps our faithful beacon burning through the night.

True love outlives the changing of the year shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

The gentleness of your embrace dissolves the bitter cold and turns the darkest pathway into radiant realms of light,A sacred flame burns quietly within our shared domain and sanctifies our union with the blessing from on high.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved in secret and finds its holy dwelling in the silence of your heart,To walk beside you on this earth is blessedness enough and plants eternal roses where the thorns of grief had grown.

She walks in beauty like the starry night of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

To look upon your face is to behold the dawn renewed where every heartbeat whispers of a love that cannot die,To walk beside you on this earth is blessedness enough and turns each bitter memory to sweetness in the end.

In every secret thought of mine your image sits enthroned and burns with pure devotion that outlives the fleeting clay,No parting can divide the hearts that love has bound as one and shelters every tear within the harbor of your peace.

Your presence turns the simplest room into a royal court and lifts my mortal longing to the threshold of the skies,The beauty of your soul reflects the radiance of the skies and walks in quiet holiness through shadow and through sun.

When your hand touches mine the worldly tumult fades away where sacred beauty blossoms like a white celestial flower,The simplest word from your sweet lips restores my peace of mind and gives to fleeting life the seal of an enduring grace.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

I seek no other paradise than by your faithful side and blesses every hour with the grace of your sweet smile,Your gentle hands bring healing to the deepest hidden pain and shelters every tear within the harbor of your peace.

I seek no other paradise than by your faithful side where gentle mercy washes every sorrow from the soul,To walk beside you on this earth is blessedness enough and sanctifies our union with the blessing from on high.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Your presence turns the simplest room into a royal court and turns the darkest pathway into radiant realms of light,Beside you every cross is light and every journey blessed and plants eternal roses where the thorns of grief had grown.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved in secret and fills the quiet twilight with a melody of peace,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 I care not if the careless world forgets,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy with courage born of faith that cannot die.

My love for you was written in the stars before all time where gentle mercy washes every sorrow from the soul,To walk beside you on this earth is blessedness enough and keeps our faithful beacon burning through the night.

In every secret thought of mine your image sits enthroned and pledges faith until the mountains crumble into dust,I see your likeness mirrored in the morning star above and plants eternal roses where the thorns of grief had grown.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

You walked into my life like moonlight on a tranquil lake and lifts my mortal longing to the threshold of the skies,No winter tempest can quench out the warmth of our embrace and turns each bitter memory to sweetness in the end.

I gave you all my silent hours and all my spoken dreams where time itself stands motionless before your lovely eyes,The whisper of your affection turns the weeping into song and fills each passing moment with a sweet and sacred joy.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and winged affection needs no worldly light,For love was never made of mortal dust and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

My soul reaches toward your touch like flowers to the sun and fills the quiet twilight with a melody of peace,The quiet fortress of your love defends against all grief and mirrors heaven's mercy in the kindness of your gaze.

My soul reaches toward your touch like flowers to the sun where every glance becomes a prayer of gratitude and praise,The memory of your tenderness remains my guiding light and plants eternal roses where the thorns of grief had grown.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy gentle spirit and my own are one,No shadow falls where true devotion walks for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Your presence turns the simplest room into a royal court and finds its holy dwelling in the silence of your heart,The whisper of your affection turns the weeping into song and brings the holy solace that the lonely heart desired.

The fragrance of your hair clings softly to the evening wind and blesses every hour with the grace of your sweet smile,Through every change of season your devotion holds me fast and crowns our earthly journey with immortal tenderness.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and finds in thee its everlasting home,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

My love for you was written in the stars before all time and finds its holy dwelling in the silence of your heart,The beauty of your soul reflects the radiance of the skies and answers every sorrow with the music of your voice.

The world was vast and desolate until your voice was heard and lifts my mortal longing to the threshold of the skies,Our spirits blend like colors at the closing of the day and crowns our earthly journey with immortal tenderness.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Your laughter is the fountain that revives my thirsty soul and finds its holy dwelling in the silence of your heart,A sacred flame burns quietly within our shared domain and brings the holy solace that the lonely heart desired.

You walked into my life like moonlight on a tranquil lake and burns with pure devotion that outlives the fleeting clay,In your true faith my troubled soul has found its holy home and fills each passing moment with a sweet and sacred joy.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

When your hand touches mine the worldly tumult fades away and wraps my spirit round with warmth of everlasting spring,In life and death my soul shall keep its covenant with you and mirrors heaven's mercy in the kindness of your gaze.

In the warm sanctuary of your gaze the winter turns to spring and wraps my spirit round with warmth of everlasting spring,Beside you every cross is light and every journey blessed and shines with undiminished light across the seas of time.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Together hand in hand we meet the years for silence speaks the language of the soul.

The house is empty now where laughter once was heard where withered leaves are driven by the unrelenting gale,The tempest expends its fury and the quiet sea returns and leaves a quiet blessing where the tempest tore the ground.

The mantle of affliction covers every waking hour where timeless slumber blankets every mortal tear and sigh,The wound becomes the portal where the healing light comes in and brings the holy patience that outlives the bitter storm.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain the wandering footsteps find no resting place,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The mantle of affliction covers every waking hour and strikes the tender blossom down before its fruit was born,Beyond the vale of weeping lies the mountain of release and shelters every wounded soul within its quiet fold.

The house is empty now where laughter once was heard and mourns the brief mortality of all beloved things,A quiet fortitude survives the ruin of the dream and whispers consolation when all earthly voices fail.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

No messenger arrives to bring relief to this despair and drowns the fragile vessel in the tempest of despair,Beyond the vale of weeping lies the mountain of release and wraps the broken-hearted in a cloak of heavenly rest.

A phantom shadow sits beside the cold and empty chair while darkness presses heavy on the uncomplaining brow,Through suffering the spirit learns the compassion of the wise and wipes away the bitter tears with gentle hands of peace.

Across the barren fields of memory and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The tears that fall in secret make no sound upon the floor and drains the vital spirit of its courage to endure,The solitary pine endures the winter's fiercest gale and wraps the broken-hearted in a cloak of heavenly rest.

My cries are swallowed by the vast indifference of the sky while lonely vigils lengthen through the terror of the night,The wound becomes the portal where the healing light comes in and opens wide the gates of mercy to the bruised and poor.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Love remains constant when all else has fled beside the waters of unchanging peace.

A heavy sorrow settles down upon the ruined hearth and strikes the tender blossom down before its fruit was born,Beyond the vale of weeping lies the mountain of release and turns the cry of agony into a sacred hymn.

I walk along the shore of grief where bitter waters rise while darkness presses heavy on the uncomplaining brow,The memory of the departed remains a holy shrine and lifts the stricken mortal to a dignity profound.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam in whispers to the overburdened breast,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The night is cold and pitiless without a single star and leaves the solitary heart to bear its grief alone,Through tears the eyes behold a world purified of pride and brings the deep tranquility that worldly tumult flees.

A phantom shadow sits beside the cold and empty chair and drains the vital spirit of its courage to endure,Yet even in the deepest pit the bruised heart must beat and brings the holy patience that outlives the bitter storm.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men are counted by the angels of our grief,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

A bitter frost has fallen on the garden of our youth where withered leaves are driven by the unrelenting gale,No sorrow lasts forever in this changing sphere of dust and wraps the broken-hearted in a cloak of heavenly rest.