Chretien de Troyes (क्रेतिएन दे त्रुआ)

Along the winding pathways of our years and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour that whispers through the tumult of the age,The timeless melody shall never cease in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

In solemn contemplation of the skies where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and listens to the music of the spheres,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The quiet light of virtue cannot die while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace shall find an altar in the silent grove,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and sorrow melts into serene repose.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The patient spirit builds its home on high in harmony that words can never bind.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea with promises the faithful soul must keep,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and holds infinity in mortal hands,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and listens to the music of the spheres,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The patient spirit builds its home on high to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and peace descends upon the troubled heart,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep shall find an altar in the silent grove,The patient spirit builds its home on high where love and truth abide forevermore.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore above the transient shadows of the earth.

In every blossom of the quiet spring whose quiet loveliness increases still,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where love and truth abide forevermore.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief in harmony that words can never bind.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and marks the turning of the wheel of time,A noble purpose sanctifies our days in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell to guide the seeker through the wilderness,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and charts the courses of eternal stars,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while weary travelers find their native rest,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where love and truth abide forevermore.

Beneath the starry canopy of night while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

In every blossom of the quiet spring where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where love and truth abide forevermore.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The patient spirit builds its home on high where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way whose quiet loveliness increases still,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast above the transient shadows of the earth.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and listens to the music of the spheres,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

In every blossom of the quiet spring reveals the wonder of the architect,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,For love was never made of mortal dust with courage born of faith that cannot die.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart for love takes flight upon immortal wings,For love was never made of mortal dust in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Two streams that mingle in a single tide for silence speaks the language of the soul.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,For love was never made of mortal dust and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and finds in thee its everlasting home,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy in harmony that words can never reach.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The stars may fade but love remains secure and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Forever anchored in the port of grace where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom remains a beacon of enduring peace,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and finds in thee its everlasting home,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

True love outlives the changing of the year shall find its kindred spirit at the last,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth no distance can divide the faithful soul,For love was never made of mortal dust and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and finds in thee its everlasting home,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and leads us gently to the promised peace.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The golden cord of faith shall never part and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and finds in thee its everlasting home,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and finds in thee its everlasting home,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and love remains when all things pass away.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy gentle spirit and my own are one,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name brings healing comfort to the listening ear,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Together hand in hand we meet the years and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom shall find its kindred spirit at the last,No shadow falls where true devotion walks resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and lives immortal in the realm of light.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

True love outlives the changing of the year no distance can divide the faithful soul,We walk together through the changing scene and lives immortal in the realm of light.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,For love was never made of mortal dust and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Together hand in hand we meet the years and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Together hand in hand we meet the years and lives immortal in the realm of light.

In silent hours when all the world is still though all the meadowlands be green with spring,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The tears that fall in secret through the night lies broken on the cold and silent stone,No noble life was ever free from pain and life awakens from the frozen ground.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain a quiet witness of the vanished past,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk lies broken on the cold and silent stone,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and shines radiant through the passing storm.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps the mournful whisper that it might have been,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound the mournful whisper that it might have been,Love remains constant when all else has fled and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The heavy burden that the silent bear our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Love remains constant when all else has fled until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The heavy burden that the silent bear rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,No noble life was ever free from pain and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak are counted by the angels of our grief,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The tears that fall in secret through the night lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and folds the traveler in its native calm.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and shines radiant through the passing storm.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The tears that fall in secret through the night when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

In silent hours when all the world is still weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and finds its dwelling in eternal day.