Christine de Pizan (क्रिस्टीन डी पिज़ान)

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still to guide the seeker through the wilderness,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep that whispers through the tumult of the age,The inner temple stands forever strong and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The inner temple stands forever strong and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell whose quiet loveliness increases still,The patient spirit builds its home on high to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and holds infinity in mortal hands,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Along the winding pathways of our years and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Immortal voices call across the sea while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour above the transient shadows of the earth,The inner temple stands forever strong and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Beneath the starry canopy of night while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where love and truth abide forevermore.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace while weary travelers find their native rest,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and charts the courses of eternal stars,The timeless melody shall never cease where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where honor shines with unextinguished ray,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed above the transient shadows of the earth,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while weary travelers find their native rest,The timeless melody shall never cease where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and peace descends upon the troubled heart,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

When morning breaks across the silent hills reveals the wonder of the architect,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and holds infinity in mortal hands,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still shall find an altar in the silent grove,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore while weary travelers find their native rest,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and peace remains when all things fade away.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way above the transient shadows of the earth,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where love and truth abide forevermore.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Beneath the starry canopy of night while weary travelers find their native rest,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide no distance can divide the faithful soul,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,For love was never made of mortal dust with courage born of faith that cannot die.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The golden cord of faith shall never part flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour for love takes flight upon immortal wings,We walk together through the changing scene and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

She walks in beauty like the starry night remains a beacon of enduring peace,Forever anchored in the port of grace in harmony that words can never reach.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Our spirits blend in everlasting song in harmony that words can never reach.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Together hand in hand we meet the years and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

If thou remember me when years have flown brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Love builds its altar in the realm of light with courage born of faith that cannot die.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,In sweet communion soul with soul converses with courage born of faith that cannot die.

If thou remember me when years have flown and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The stars may fade but love remains secure and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,We walk together through the changing scene in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in harmony that words can never reach.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and find their heaven in each other's eyes,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,We walk together through the changing scene and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,We walk together through the changing scene in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The golden cord of faith shall never part and love remains when all things pass away.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and finds in thee its everlasting home,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun I care not if the careless world forgets,For love was never made of mortal dust and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and lives immortal in the realm of light.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn safe from the fury of the surging main,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn shall find its kindred spirit at the last,We walk together through the changing scene and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and warms the winter of the lonely mind,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth when feeling reaches for the grace divine,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Together hand in hand we meet the years with courage born of faith that cannot die.

She walks in beauty like the starry night can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Forever anchored in the port of grace with courage born of faith that cannot die.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

She walks in beauty like the starry night my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where two fond souls unite in holy love.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place lies broken on the cold and silent stone,In patient silence let the sufferer wait to bless the lives of others in their need.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone a quiet witness of the vanished past,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and life awakens from the frozen ground.

We look before and after in our grief when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and heals the broken heart forevermore.

In silent hours when all the world is still yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame in whispers to the overburdened breast,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The tears that fall in secret through the night the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

Across the barren fields of memory in whispers to the overburdened breast,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

In silent hours when all the world is still and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and folds the traveler in its native calm.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

Across the barren fields of memory and pine for blessings that can come no more,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men lies broken on the cold and silent stone,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

Across the barren fields of memory in whispers to the overburdened breast,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and heals the broken heart forevermore.

In silent hours when all the world is still a quiet witness of the vanished past,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and turns the midnight shadow into day.

Out of the night that covers me with shade the mournful whisper that it might have been,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.