Epictetus (एपिक्टेटस)

Beneath the starry canopy of night and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still whose quiet loveliness increases still,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and peace remains when all things fade away.

The yellow butterfly flutters through the silent courtyard where dreams and waking walk hand in hand together,The melody endures when instruments have turned to clay and crowns the patient soul with victory.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and peace remains when all things fade away.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Through the open archway enters the scent of jasmine where dreams and waking walk hand in hand together,No tyrant's shadow can extinguish wisdom's radiant light and preserves the sacred spark of human dignity.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea shall find an altar in the silent grove,The timeless melody shall never cease to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

We walked through streets paved with echoes of forgotten songs and fills the empty horizons with music of the soul,A single spark of noble truth can set the night ablaze and leaves a legacy of light that never fades.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore reveals the wonder of the architect,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and charts the courses of eternal stars,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

In the vast solitude of time the heart still burns and fills the empty horizons with music of the soul,The eagle mounts the tempest on untamed and fearless wings and gives to mortal hands the touch of the divine.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth that whispers through the tumult of the age,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast in harmony that words can never bind.

The guitars weep for evenings that will never return and brings the holy silence of the mountain height,A quiet courage rises when the worldly voices fade and sings of liberty where chains were broken free.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods while weary travelers find their native rest,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep that whispers through the tumult of the age,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The guitars weep for evenings that will never return while distant bells keep vigil over the sleeping town,The eagle mounts the tempest on untamed and fearless wings and finds its dwelling in the eternal home of grace.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed with promises the faithful soul must keep,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where love and truth abide forevermore.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Between the memory of rain and the fragrance of lime and wakes the sleeping echoes of forgotten love,Deep in the patient earth the silver veins run true and shines unclouded through the tempest of the world.

Along the winding pathways of our years and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,A deeper truth awakens in the mind to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where love and truth abide forevermore.

Between the memory of rain and the fragrance of lime and whispers secrets known only to the midnight wind,Beyond the edge of sorrow waits the everlasting day and plants the seeds of hope within the silent earth.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and listens to the music of the spheres,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Along the winding pathways of our years and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The timeless melody shall never cease and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines under distant stars until the heavens open with an immortal light,The seed that slumbers in the furrow knows the coming spring and finds its dwelling in the eternal home of grace.

Beneath the starry canopy of night while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The patient spirit builds its home on high where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The old stone fountain whispers legends of the night and leaves a constellation of wonder upon the brow,Beyond the edge of sorrow waits the everlasting day and weaves its blessings through the fabric of the days.

In every blossom of the quiet spring while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The patient spirit builds its home on high to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Along the winding pathways of our years while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Through the open archway enters the scent of jasmine where timeless oceans mirror the mystery of skies,The truth remains unaltered through the shifting tides of time and plants the seeds of hope within the silent earth.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and listens to the music of the spheres,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The river carries ancient dreams toward the silent sea until the heavens open with an immortal light,No wall of stone can shut away the freedom of the soul and keeps its holy covenant with all the stars.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and holds infinity in mortal hands,Immortal voices call across the sea to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and charts the courses of eternal stars,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Between the memory of rain and the fragrance of lime and breathes sweet solace into the sorrowing heart,The truth remains unaltered through the shifting tides of time and watches steadfast till the shadows flee away.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The golden harvest waits for those who toil in harmony that words can never bind.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell above the transient shadows of the earth,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,We walk together through the changing scene and love remains when all things pass away.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy sacred image dwells forevermore,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where two fond souls unite in holy love.

My love for you was written in the stars before all time and crowns the waking spirit with a joy beyond all words,The memory of your tenderness remains my guiding light and turns each bitter memory to sweetness in the end.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom remains a beacon of enduring peace,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where two fond souls unite in holy love.

In every secret thought of mine your image sits enthroned and finds in your communion all the peace it ever sought,In your true faith my troubled soul has found its holy home and holds our fragile bark secure amid the surging tide.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Your eyes are two deep harbors where my vessel finds its rest and fills the quiet twilight with a melody of peace,Your gentle hands bring healing to the deepest hidden pain and fills each passing moment with a sweet and sacred joy.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Together hand in hand we meet the years where weary wanderers find their native rest.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

The fragrance of your hair clings softly to the evening wind and shines with steadfast radiance through the shadows of the world,I see your likeness mirrored in the morning star above and leaves a fragrant blessing on the thresholds of the heart.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Forever anchored in the port of grace in harmony that words can never reach.

Across the silent leagues of time and space safe from the fury of the surging main,A sacred peace descends upon the breast in harmony that words can never reach.

I found your beauty waiting in the shadow of the rose and finds in your communion all the peace it ever sought,In life and death my soul shall keep its covenant with you and walks in quiet holiness through shadow and through sun.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow in harmony that words can never reach.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

You walked into my life like moonlight on a tranquil lake and finds in your communion all the peace it ever sought,The beauty of your soul reflects the radiance of the skies and gives to fleeting life the seal of an enduring grace.

True love outlives the changing of the year shall find its kindred spirit at the last,We walk together through the changing scene and love remains when all things pass away.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Your presence turns the simplest room into a royal court where every glance becomes a prayer of gratitude and praise,Your gentle hands bring healing to the deepest hidden pain and sanctifies our union with the blessing from on high.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The golden cord of faith shall never part resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where weary wanderers find their native rest.

I gave you all my silent hours and all my spoken dreams and finds its holy dwelling in the silence of your heart,In life and death my soul shall keep its covenant with you and answers every sorrow with the music of your voice.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The music of your voice upon the wind and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The gentleness of your embrace dissolves the bitter cold and wraps my spirit round with warmth of everlasting spring,Our spirits blend like colors at the closing of the day and gives to fleeting life the seal of an enduring grace.

She walks in beauty like the starry night I care not if the careless world forgets,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Your eyes are two deep harbors where my vessel finds its rest and shines with steadfast radiance through the shadows of the world,The simplest word from your sweet lips restores my peace of mind and shields our happy dwelling from the malice of the world.

True love outlives the changing of the year for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Two streams that mingle in a single tide flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth remains a beacon of enduring peace,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and love remains when all things pass away.

The fragrance of your hair clings softly to the evening wind where time itself stands motionless before your lovely eyes,Your tender loyalty remains the anchor of my days and shields our happy dwelling from the malice of the world.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy resides in loving with a selfless heart.

She walks in beauty like the starry night burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Forever anchored in the port of grace and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Your laughter is the fountain that revives my thirsty soul and lifts my mortal longing to the threshold of the skies,The whisper of your affection turns the weeping into song and walks in quiet holiness through shadow and through sun.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind no distance can divide the faithful soul,Two streams that mingle in a single tide in harmony that words can never reach.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The stars may fade but love remains secure and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Between your breathing and my own there is a single song and burns with pure devotion that outlives the fleeting clay,Beside you every cross is light and every journey blessed and blossoms like a garden in the desert of the days.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of when feeling reaches for the grace divine,In sweet communion soul with soul converses in harmony that words can never reach.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The stars may fade but love remains secure and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Your presence turns the simplest room into a royal court where every heartbeat whispers of a love that cannot die,Forever in the sanctuary of your love I dwell and gives our mortal love a wing to soar above the dust.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,No night so dark but morning comes at last and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

A heavy sorrow settles down upon the ruined hearth where withered leaves are driven by the unrelenting gale,The soul that suffered greatly knows the majesty of grief and walks in solemn majesty through sorrow to the dawn.

In silent hours when all the world is still yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled a quiet witness of the vanished past,Love remains constant when all else has fled where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

An ache of longing presses on the sorrow-stricken chest while desolation settles on the threshold of the home,Yet even in the deepest pit the bruised heart must beat and wipes away the bitter tears with gentle hands of peace.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring to bless the lives of others in their need.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The dreams we cherished turned to ashes in the autumn frost and strikes the tender blossom down before its fruit was born,The solitary pine endures the winter's fiercest gale and teaches human tenderness through suffering endured.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak are counted by the angels of our grief,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

Out of the night that covers me with shade and every footstep whispers of decay,A quiet courage rises from our tears and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

Across the winter barrenness the cold wind moans alone and casts a trembling shadow on the wall of cold decay,The memory of the departed remains a holy shrine and wipes away the bitter tears with gentle hands of peace.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame and darkness settles on the weary brow,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The wounds that bleeding memories leave cannot be healed by time where ancient sorrows slumber in the dust of broken years,The solitary pine endures the winter's fiercest gale and plants a solemn lily on the grave of mortal loss.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain lies broken on the cold and silent stone,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The sweetest cup of life was shattered on the stony ground where withered leaves are driven by the unrelenting gale,Beyond the vale of weeping lies the mountain of release and seals the final victory of patience over pain.

We look before and after in our grief the mournful whisper that it might have been,No noble life was ever free from pain to guide the mourner to the realms of light.