Du Fu (दू फू)

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and holds infinity in mortal hands,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and listens to the music of the spheres,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and fills the silence with immortal song.

When morning breaks across the silent hills where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The inner temple stands forever strong where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and listens to the music of the spheres,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and closes down the valves of her attention,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind that whispers through the tumult of the age,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown in harmony that words can never bind.

When courage rises in the hour of dread while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil where all mankind shall find their common home.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The patient spirit builds its home on high and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and marks the turning of the wheel of time,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and peace remains when all things fade away.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Under the wide and starry American sky and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Beneath the starry canopy of night with promises the faithful soul must keep,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The inner temple stands forever strong and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The timeless melody shall never cease above the transient shadows of the earth.

Beneath the starry canopy of night where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul reveals the wonder of the architect,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell with promises the faithful soul must keep,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace beneath the banner of unyielding hope,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and holds infinity in mortal hands,The patient spirit builds its home on high and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The inner temple stands forever strong to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still to blend forever with the timeless dust,The golden harvest waits for honest hands where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

In solemn contemplation of the skies above the transient shadows of the earth,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The timeless melody shall never cease beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The inner temple stands forever strong and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind no distance can divide the faithful soul,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where two fond souls unite in holy love.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy gentle spirit and my own are one,A sacred peace descends upon the breast in harmony that words can never reach.

The music of your voice upon the wind when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Together hand in hand we meet the years where two fond souls unite in holy love.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign no distance can divide the faithful soul,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where weary wanderers find their native rest.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf I keep my vigil with thy memory near,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,For love was never made of mortal dust and leads us gently to the promised peace.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,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 my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,For love was never made of mortal dust and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

True love outlives the changing of the year safe from the fury of the surging main,The purest joy that mortal life can yield until the shadows flee before the dawn.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and lives immortal in the realm of light.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy sacred image dwells forevermore,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets I keep my vigil with thy memory near,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still stands written on the tablets of the heart.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy sacred image dwells forevermore,No shadow falls where true devotion walks with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,We walk together through the changing scene and love remains when all things pass away.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul until the shadows flee before the dawn.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,The quiet music of thy love remains and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The stars may fade but love remains secure and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and lives immortal in the realm of light.

If thou remember me when years have flown shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Within the secret garden of the heart I call thy name into the listening air,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Our spirits blend in everlasting song in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The music of your voice upon the wind safe from the fury of the surging main,Our spirits blend in everlasting song resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

True love outlives the changing of the year safe from the fury of the surging main,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy resides in loving with a selfless heart.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

If thou remember me when years have flown and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height remains a beacon of enduring peace,The golden cord of faith shall never part where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Together we shall meet the rising dawn stands written on the tablets of the heart.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and turns the midnight shadow into day.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring to face the trials of the coming year.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and leaves an ache that time can never heal,From broken shards a noble temple grows and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest beside the waters of unchanging peace.

We look before and after in our grief the mournful whisper that it might have been,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and heals the broken heart forevermore.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and strips the forest of its summer crown,The aching soul shall find its native rest and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men in whispers to the overburdened breast,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,No night so dark but morning comes at last and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and ask for shelter they can never find,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland until he reaches freedom's open shore.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

Out of the night that covers me with shade the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland and fills the spirit with immortal love.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound in whispers to the overburdened breast,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Love remains constant when all else has fled and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

Across the barren fields of memory yet feels the deepest agony of earth,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and every tear becomes a pearl of price.