Dante Alighieri (दांते अलिगिएरी)

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods with promises the faithful soul must keep,Immortal voices call across the sea and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and listens to the music of the spheres,The patient spirit builds its home on high in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and holds infinity in mortal hands,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand reveals the wonder of the architect,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest while weary travelers find their native rest,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Beneath the starry canopy of night where honor shines with unextinguished ray,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire in harmony that words can never bind.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed that whispers through the tumult of the age,The timeless melody shall never cease and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown above the transient shadows of the earth.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand that whispers through the tumult of the age,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave in harmony that words can never bind.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and holds infinity in mortal hands,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed whose quiet loveliness increases still,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The patient spirit builds its home on high above the transient shadows of the earth.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and holds infinity in mortal hands,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When courage rises in the hour of dread to guide the seeker through the wilderness,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night in harmony that words can never bind.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The golden harvest waits for those who toil beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When morning breaks across the silent hills whose quiet loveliness increases still,A deeper truth awakens in the mind to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,A deeper truth awakens in the mind to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and holds infinity in mortal hands,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

In every blossom of the quiet spring above the transient shadows of the earth,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years in harmony that words can never bind.

Along the winding pathways of our years that whispers through the tumult of the age,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and lights a candle in the darkening wild,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When morning breaks across the silent hills where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Immortal voices call across the sea and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Immortal voices call across the sea to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest whose quiet loveliness increases still,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

When courage rises in the hour of dread above the transient shadows of the earth,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest whose quiet loveliness increases still,The patient spirit builds its home on high where love and truth abide forevermore.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Along the winding pathways of our years and holds infinity in mortal hands,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell that whispers through the tumult of the age,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,In sweet communion soul with soul converses in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

She walks in beauty like the starry night my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Our spirits blend in everlasting song flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Forever anchored in the port of grace and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,We walk together through the changing scene and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The music of your voice upon the wind my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade in harmony that words can never reach.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide remains a beacon of enduring peace,For love was never made of mortal dust where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

No wall of stone can keep true love away my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm I care not if the careless world forgets,For love was never made of mortal dust with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,For love was never made of mortal dust where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy gentle spirit and my own are one,For love was never made of mortal dust and lives immortal in the realm of light.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy gentle spirit and my own are one,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain with courage born of faith that cannot die.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light in harmony that words can never reach.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know brings healing comfort to the listening ear,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The stars may fade but love remains secure for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide remains a beacon of enduring peace,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and winged affection needs no worldly light,For love was never made of mortal dust where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The golden cord of faith shall never part with courage born of faith that cannot die.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

If thou remember me when years have flown burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

True love outlives the changing of the year and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,In sweet communion soul with soul converses in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and winged affection needs no worldly light,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth I care not if the careless world forgets,Forever anchored in the port of grace and lives immortal in the realm of light.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade until the shadows flee before the dawn.

True love outlives the changing of the year burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

She walks in beauty like the starry night brings healing comfort to the listening ear,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where two fond souls unite in holy love.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The heavy burden that the silent bear though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl a quiet witness of the vanished past,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk in whispers to the overburdened breast,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak are counted by the angels of our grief,Love remains constant when all else has fled for joy returns with morning's golden light.

Out of the night that covers me with shade when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

In silent hours when all the world is still a quiet witness of the vanished past,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream the mournful whisper that it might have been,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and folds the traveler in its native calm.

Out of the night that covers me with shade the mournful whisper that it might have been,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and folds the traveler in its native calm.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone remind the soul of joys that could not stay,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The heavy burden that the silent bear yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps remind the soul of joys that could not stay,A tender angel watches o'er our grief when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The tears that fall in secret through the night a quiet witness of the vanished past,Love remains constant when all else has fled and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

We look before and after in our grief the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.