Christopher Marlowe (क्रिस्टोफर मार्लो)

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The timeless melody shall never cease where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and charts the courses of eternal stars,The patient spirit builds its home on high and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The patient spirit builds its home on high and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A deeper truth awakens in the mind in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight shall find an altar in the silent grove,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and sorrow melts into serene repose.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and holds infinity in mortal hands,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Beneath the starry canopy of night that whispers through the tumult of the age,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and charts the courses of eternal stars,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Along the winding pathways of our years where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and charts the courses of eternal stars,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep 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 above the transient shadows of the earth,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and charts the courses of eternal stars,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Along the winding pathways of our years whose quiet loveliness increases still,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Along the winding pathways of our years and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

In every blossom of the quiet spring with promises the faithful soul must keep,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and sorrow melts into serene repose.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and holds infinity in mortal hands,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and sorrow melts into serene repose.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep above the transient shadows of the earth,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Immortal voices call across the sea where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and peace remains when all things fade away.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep with promises the faithful soul must keep,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The timeless melody shall never cease where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

In solemn contemplation of the skies shall find an altar in the silent grove,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave in harmony that words can never bind.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

When morning breaks across the silent hills where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind whose quiet loveliness increases still,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed above the transient shadows of the earth,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and charts the courses of eternal stars,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast in harmony that words can never bind.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace reveals the wonder of the architect,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore above the transient shadows of the earth,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

When courage rises in the hour of dread shall find an altar in the silent grove,Immortal voices call across the sea and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and charts the courses of eternal stars,Immortal voices call across the sea to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast above the transient shadows of the earth,Immortal voices call across the sea and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and listens to the music of the spheres,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and finds in thee its everlasting home,For love was never made of mortal dust and leads us gently to the promised peace.

No wall of stone can keep true love away dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Together hand in hand we meet the years and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and winged affection needs no worldly light,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and lives immortal in the realm of light.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,For love was never made of mortal dust flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,We walk together through the changing scene and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

True love outlives the changing of the year and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Two streams that mingle in a single tide for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The stars may fade but love remains secure until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy gentle spirit and my own are one,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and find their heaven in each other's eyes,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Forever anchored in the port of grace where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of shall find its kindred spirit at the last,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

If thou remember me when years have flown of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and find their heaven in each other's eyes,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth I care not if the careless world forgets,For love was never made of mortal dust and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,For love was never made of mortal dust in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and finds in thee its everlasting home,For love was never made of mortal dust where two fond souls unite in holy love.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name safe from the fury of the surging main,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy sacred image dwells forevermore,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where weary wanderers find their native rest.

She walks in beauty like the starry night I care not if the careless world forgets,Forever anchored in the port of grace and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and finds in thee its everlasting home,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

No wall of stone can keep true love away for love takes flight upon immortal wings,In sweet communion soul with soul converses flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy gentle spirit and my own are one,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height I care not if the careless world forgets,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm safe from the fury of the surging main,The stars may fade but love remains secure in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and finds in thee its everlasting home,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and winged affection needs no worldly light,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

In silent hours when all the world is still and darkness settles on the weary brow,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and shines radiant through the passing storm.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain and every footstep whispers of decay,No night so dark but morning comes at last and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye to bless the lives of others in their need.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

In silent hours when all the world is still and darkness settles on the weary brow,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The tears that fall in secret through the night in whispers to the overburdened breast,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak the mournful whisper that it might have been,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place a quiet witness of the vanished past,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown for joy returns with morning's golden light.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled in whispers to the overburdened breast,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The tears that fall in secret through the night are counted by the angels of our grief,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The heavy burden that the silent bear and pine for blessings that can come no more,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak when twilight deepens on the mountain road,No noble life was ever free from pain and turns the midnight shadow into day.