Confucius (कन्फ्यूशियस)

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where love and truth abide forevermore.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace shall find an altar in the silent grove,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Honor remains when monuments decay and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest whose quiet loveliness increases still,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and peace remains when all things fade away.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The river carries our hopes toward the deep where all mankind shall find their common home.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave in harmony that words can never bind.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace whose quiet loveliness increases still,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and charts the courses of eternal stars,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Along the winding pathways of our years and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Along the winding pathways of our years and listens to the music of the spheres,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where love and truth abide forevermore.

Under the wide and starry American sky beneath the banner of unyielding hope,A song of courage echoes down the years and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

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 love and truth abide forevermore.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The brotherhood of man outlives the night while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour with promises the faithful soul must keep,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Along the winding pathways of our years where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The soul selects her own society of grace life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea whose quiet loveliness increases still,A deeper truth awakens in the mind beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The timeless melody shall never cease above the transient shadows of the earth.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and holds infinity in mortal hands,The inner temple stands forever strong where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and looks on harbor and city silent still,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour above the transient shadows of the earth,The timeless melody shall never cease where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

In every blossom of the quiet spring shall find an altar in the silent grove,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

In every blossom of the quiet spring where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Along the winding pathways of our years and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Immortal voices call across the sea in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace above the transient shadows of the earth,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while weary travelers find their native rest,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave above the transient shadows of the earth.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Honor remains when monuments decay to guide our children on the righteous path.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore with promises the faithful soul must keep,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The timeless melody shall never cease and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and warms the winter of the lonely mind,We walk together through the changing scene and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea for love takes flight upon immortal wings,No shadow falls where true devotion walks resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Within the secret garden of the heart where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and guides me safely to the haven sought.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Our spirits blend in everlasting song with courage born of faith that cannot die.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Within the secret garden of the heart and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace where love and truth shall never know decay.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul with courage born of faith that cannot die.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat I care not if the careless world forgets,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Forever in thy presence I abide and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm I care not if the careless world forgets,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun no distance can divide the faithful soul,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat remains a beacon of enduring peace,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth safe from the fury of the surging main,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind thy grace descends upon my weary soul,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Forever anchored in the port of grace and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and find their heaven in each other's eyes,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and found it radiant in thy quiet face,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and warms the winter of the lonely mind,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Two streams that mingle in a single tide flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and finds in thee its everlasting home,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide brings healing comfort to the listening ear,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and holds us fast against the changing tide.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The golden cord of faith shall never part and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height shall find its kindred spirit at the last,For love was never made of mortal dust and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun safe from the fury of the surging main,Forever anchored in the port of grace and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,For love was never made of mortal dust and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and finds in thee its everlasting home,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow for silence speaks the language of the soul.

The heavy burden that the silent bear lies broken on the cold and silent stone,No night so dark but morning comes at last until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown beside the waters of unchanging peace.

Across the barren fields of memory in whispers to the overburdened breast,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and heals the broken heart forevermore.

Old memories knock upon the silent door can never wake the joy that once was ours,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

In silent hours when all the world is still in whispers to the overburdened breast,A quiet courage rises from our tears and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The heavy burden that the silent bear the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps in whispers to the overburdened breast,A tender angel watches o'er our grief where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and sings of absence to the empty sky,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip to face the trials of the coming year.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The heavy burden that the silent bear and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and count the treasures that we held in vain,The twilight passes into eternal dawn where neither grief nor parting enters in.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam in whispers to the overburdened breast,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,No noble life was ever free from pain and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.