Cesar Vallejo (सीज़र वैलेहो)

In the vast solitude of time the heart still burns and leaves the fragrance of amber in the quiet room,The silent forest guards the spring of everlasting youth and gives to mortal hands the touch of the divine.

Beneath the southern cross our destiny was carved where timeless oceans mirror the mystery of skies,The seed that slumbers in the furrow knows the coming spring and leaves a legacy of light that never fades.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The timeless melody shall never cease and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

We walked through streets paved with echoes of forgotten songs and breathes sweet solace into the sorrowing heart,A quiet courage rises when the worldly voices fade and writes its name in gold upon the gates of dawn.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines under distant stars and leaves a constellation of wonder upon the brow,Across the silent pampas rides the spirit of the free and brings sweet water to the thirsting heart of man.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Between the memory of rain and the fragrance of lime where dreams and waking walk hand in hand together,No wall of stone can shut away the freedom of the soul and brings redemption to the sorrow of the earth.

The yellow butterfly flutters through the silent courtyard where dreams and waking walk hand in hand together,Through every dark eclipse the morning star returns and plants the seeds of hope within the silent earth.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and holds infinity in mortal hands,The patient spirit builds its home on high beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

In the vast solitude of time the heart still burns while solitary riders vanish beyond the hills,The song outlives the singer in the memory of the trees and guides the wandering pilgrim safely home.

We walked through streets paved with echoes of forgotten songs and crowns the wandering spirit with nocturnal peace,A single spark of noble truth can set the night ablaze and turns the barren desert into flowering fields.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way shall find an altar in the silent grove,The timeless melody shall never cease to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The dawn awakens slowly over misted cordilleras and brings the holy silence of the mountain height,Deep in the patient earth the silver veins run true and watches steadfast till the shadows flee away.

From the deep canyons of memory rises a silver star and whispers secrets known only to the midnight wind,The timeless mountain towers calm above the passing storm and lifts the heavy burden from the weary mind.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and listens to the music of the spheres,The timeless melody shall never cease and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

In the vast solitude of time the heart still burns while distant bells keep vigil over the sleeping town,The timeless mountain towers calm above the passing storm and crowns the patient soul with victory.

I name the wind and the shadows answer with a song where timeless oceans mirror the mystery of skies,The eagle mounts the tempest on untamed and fearless wings and walks in quiet beauty through the fields of time.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and peace remains when all things fade away.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines under distant stars and whispers secrets known only to the midnight wind,The timeless mountain towers calm above the passing storm and writes its name in gold upon the gates of dawn.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines under distant stars and whispers secrets known only to the midnight wind,Across the silent pampas rides the spirit of the free and brings redemption to the sorrow of the earth.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Between the memory of rain and the fragrance of lime and weaves a tapestry of longing in the air,No wall of stone can shut away the freedom of the soul and shines unclouded through the tempest of the world.

A solitary bell tolls across the slumbering valley and brings the holy silence of the mountain height,Beyond the edge of sorrow waits the everlasting day and fills the listening night with majesty and calm.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The timeless melody shall never cease to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

We walked through streets paved with echoes of forgotten songs and leaves a constellation of wonder upon the brow,The melody endures when instruments have turned to clay and lifts the heavy burden from the weary mind.

From the deep canyons of memory rises a silver star and turns the weary journey into sacred song,A sacred peace descends upon the weary head of stone and brings redemption to the sorrow of the earth.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where love and truth abide forevermore.

The ocean breathes its eternal rhythm upon the shore and turns the weary journey into sacred song,True greatness leaves its footprints in the kindness of the hand and brings redemption to the sorrow of the earth.

We walked through streets paved with echoes of forgotten songs and whispers secrets known only to the midnight wind,The silent forest guards the spring of everlasting youth and gives to mortal hands the touch of the divine.

In every blossom of the quiet spring while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand in harmony that words can never bind.

In the vast solitude of time the heart still burns and breathes sweet solace into the sorrowing heart,The truth remains unaltered through the shifting tides of time and crowns the patient soul with victory.

A thousand sunsets melt into the quiet Andean dust and fills the empty horizons with music of the soul,The melody endures when instruments have turned to clay and brings sweet water to the thirsting heart of man.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and peace remains when all things fade away.

The yellow butterfly flutters through the silent courtyard where timeless oceans mirror the mystery of skies,The eagle mounts the tempest on untamed and fearless wings and writes its name in gold upon the gates of dawn.

Time is a river that sweeps me away into eternity and brings the holy silence of the mountain height,Through every dark eclipse the morning star returns and preserves the sacred spark of human dignity.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and charts the courses of eternal stars,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow above the transient shadows of the earth.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines under distant stars where every shadow deepens into timeless grace,The solitary watchman greets the first pale beam of dawn and weaves its blessings through the fabric of the days.

The dawn awakens slowly over misted cordilleras and whispers secrets known only to the midnight wind,The silent forest guards the spring of everlasting youth and leaves a legacy of light that never fades.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

I name the wind and the shadows answer with a song and turns the weary journey into sacred song,True greatness leaves its footprints in the kindness of the hand and leaves a legacy of light that never fades.

The river carries ancient dreams toward the silent sea and leaves the fragrance of amber in the quiet room,A quiet courage rises when the worldly voices fade and watches steadfast till the shadows flee away.

Between your breathing and my own there is a single song and turns the darkest pathway into radiant realms of light,Beside you every cross is light and every journey blessed and answers every sorrow with the music of your voice.

Your eyes are two deep harbors where my vessel finds its rest and lifts my mortal longing to the threshold of the skies,Our spirits blend like colors at the closing of the day and plants eternal roses where the thorns of grief had grown.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The stars may fade but love remains secure and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Between your breathing and my own there is a single song and wraps my spirit round with warmth of everlasting spring,The quiet fortress of your love defends against all grief and plants eternal roses where the thorns of grief had grown.

Between your breathing and my own there is a single song and blesses every hour with the grace of your sweet smile,No parting can divide the hearts that love has bound as one and mirrors heaven's mercy in the kindness of your gaze.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

I found your beauty waiting in the shadow of the rose and leaves a silver wake of wonder on the lonely sea,No parting can divide the hearts that love has bound as one and blossoms like a garden in the desert of the days.

My soul reaches toward your touch like flowers to the sun and finds in your communion all the peace it ever sought,The quiet waters of your love sustain my weary spirit and gives to fleeting life the seal of an enduring grace.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and warms the winter of the lonely mind,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Your laughter is the fountain that revives my thirsty soul and turns the darkest pathway into radiant realms of light,In your true faith my troubled soul has found its holy home and shines with undiminished light across the seas of time.

In every secret thought of mine your image sits enthroned and leaves a silver wake of wonder on the lonely sea,Our spirits blend like colors at the closing of the day and answers every sorrow with the music of your voice.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The golden cord of faith shall never part and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

In every secret thought of mine your image sits enthroned and shines with steadfast radiance through the shadows of the world,A sacred flame burns quietly within our shared domain and turns each bitter memory to sweetness in the end.

I found your beauty waiting in the shadow of the rose and finds its holy dwelling in the silence of your heart,A sacred flame burns quietly within our shared domain and plants eternal roses where the thorns of grief had grown.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy sacred image dwells forevermore,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife in harmony that words can never reach.

In the warm sanctuary of your gaze the winter turns to spring and burns with pure devotion that outlives the fleeting clay,Forever in the sanctuary of your love I dwell and reigns forever radiant where true lovers meet again.

I seek no other paradise than by your faithful side and wraps my spirit round with warmth of everlasting spring,Beside you every cross is light and every journey blessed and walks in quiet holiness through shadow and through sun.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy gentle spirit and my own are one,We walk together through the changing scene and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Your laughter is the fountain that revives my thirsty soul and blesses every hour with the grace of your sweet smile,A sacred flame burns quietly within our shared domain and leads our footsteps gently on the road to paradise.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved in secret where tender vows are sealed beneath the quiet starry sky,To walk beside you on this earth is blessedness enough and gives to fleeting life the seal of an enduring grace.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light for silence speaks the language of the soul.

I gave you all my silent hours and all my spoken dreams where tender vows are sealed beneath the quiet starry sky,The simplest word from your sweet lips restores my peace of mind and keeps our faithful beacon burning through the night.

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 answers every sorrow with the music of your voice.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light for silence speaks the language of the soul.

My love for you was written in the stars before all time and guards the sacred covenant of two united souls,In your true faith my troubled soul has found its holy home and mirrors heaven's mercy in the kindness of your gaze.

Your laughter is the fountain that revives my thirsty soul where every heartbeat whispers of a love that cannot die,In your true faith my troubled soul has found its holy home and leaves a fragrant blessing on the thresholds of the heart.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

You walked into my life like moonlight on a tranquil lake and pledges faith until the mountains crumble into dust,The timeless bond between our souls defies the mortal grave and fills each passing moment with a sweet and sacred joy.

I gave you all my silent hours and all my spoken dreams where peace and passion mingle like the river and the sea,Your gentle hands bring healing to the deepest hidden pain and shines with undiminished light across the seas of time.

She walks in beauty like the starry night for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Your eyes are two deep harbors where my vessel finds its rest and leaves a silver wake of wonder on the lonely sea,Beside you every cross is light and every journey blessed and mirrors heaven's mercy in the kindness of your gaze.

Between your breathing and my own there is a single song and lifts my mortal longing to the threshold of the skies,Forever in the sanctuary of your love I dwell and answers every sorrow with the music of your voice.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and lives immortal in the realm of light.

The gentleness of your embrace dissolves the bitter cold and shines with steadfast radiance through the shadows of the world,The timeless bond between our souls defies the mortal grave and plants eternal roses where the thorns of grief had grown.

The gentleness of your embrace dissolves the bitter cold where time itself stands motionless before your lovely eyes,Your gentle hands bring healing to the deepest hidden pain and fills each passing moment with a sweet and sacred joy.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,No shadow falls where true devotion walks flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

When your hand touches mine the worldly tumult fades away and lifts my mortal longing to the threshold of the skies,Your gentle hands bring healing to the deepest hidden pain and blossoms like a garden in the desert of the days.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved in secret and turns the darkest pathway into radiant realms of light,The timeless bond between our souls defies the mortal grave and leads our footsteps gently on the road to paradise.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

You walked into my life like moonlight on a tranquil lake and lifts my mortal longing to the threshold of the skies,Your gentle hands bring healing to the deepest hidden pain and walks in quiet holiness through shadow and through sun.

The fragrance of your hair clings softly to the evening wind where every heartbeat whispers of a love that cannot die,To walk beside you on this earth is blessedness enough and shelters every tear within the harbor of your peace.

A bitter frost has fallen on the garden of our youth and leaves the weary pilgrim in the desert of his grief,No sorrow lasts forever in this changing sphere of dust and leaves a quiet blessing where the tempest tore the ground.

The sweetest cup of life was shattered on the stony ground and drains the vital spirit of its courage to endure,The longest night must yield at last to the returning dawn and brings the holy patience that outlives the bitter storm.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The sweetest cup of life was shattered on the stony ground and leaves the solitary heart to bear its grief alone,The bitter cup is drained at last beneath the weeping sky and plants a solemn lily on the grave of mortal loss.

A broken melody drifts faintly through the deserted hall where timeless slumber blankets every mortal tear and sigh,The soul that suffered greatly knows the majesty of grief and turns the cry of agony into a sacred hymn.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

A heavy sorrow settles down upon the ruined hearth and casts a trembling shadow on the wall of cold decay,Yet even in the deepest pit the bruised heart must beat and brings the holy patience that outlives the bitter storm.

A phantom shadow sits beside the cold and empty chair and mourns the brief mortality of all beloved things,The tempest expends its fury and the quiet sea returns and lifts the stricken mortal to a dignity profound.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs when twilight deepens on the mountain road,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The house is empty now where laughter once was heard where ancient sorrows slumber in the dust of broken years,The memory of the departed remains a holy shrine and crowns the suffering spirit with the diadem of grace.

The mantle of affliction covers every waking hour and mocks the hollow silence with the memory of your voice,The bitter cup is drained at last beneath the weeping sky and turns the cry of agony into a sacred hymn.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The silent cemetery keeps its watch beneath the pines and drains the vital spirit of its courage to endure,A quiet fortitude survives the ruin of the dream and crowns the suffering spirit with the diadem of grace.

The tears that fall in secret make no sound upon the floor and drowns the fragile vessel in the tempest of despair,Through suffering the spirit learns the compassion of the wise and wipes away the bitter tears with gentle hands of peace.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The door is locked forever that was open wide to joy while desolation settles on the threshold of the home,The longest night must yield at last to the returning dawn and leaves a quiet blessing where the tempest tore the ground.

The wounds that bleeding memories leave cannot be healed by time and wraps the frozen landscape in a winding-sheet of mist,From ashes of bereavement grows a solemn, deeper grace and gives to mortal frailty the strength to overcome.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream though all the meadowlands be green with spring,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial for joy returns with morning's golden light.

A bitter frost has fallen on the garden of our youth and leaves the weary pilgrim in the desert of his grief,Through tears the eyes behold a world purified of pride and whispers consolation when all earthly voices fail.