Ernest Hemingway (अर्नेस्ट हेमिंग्वे)

Under the wide and starry American sky beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The river carries our hopes toward the deep where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well with promises the faithful soul must keep,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and closes down the valves of her attention,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and lights a candle in the darkening world.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep with promises the faithful soul must keep,The patient spirit builds its home on high where love and truth abide forevermore.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and charts the courses of eternal stars,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and lights a candle in the darkening world.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The brotherhood of man outlives the night to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The patient spirit builds its home on high while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace that whispers through the tumult of the age,The inner temple stands forever strong and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done when night begins to lower on the plain,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet when night begins to lower on the plain,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave in harmony that words can never bind.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all when night begins to lower on the plain,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift to guide our children on the righteous path.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell with promises the faithful soul must keep,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The prairie wind carries the ancient name where all mankind shall find their common home.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul with promises the faithful soul must keep,Honor remains when monuments decay while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn with music drawn from ancient waves of time,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and listens to the music of the spheres,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth when night begins to lower on the plain,The river carries our hopes toward the deep while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The inner temple stands forever strong beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands to blend forever with the timeless dust,The golden harvest waits for honest hands above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song to blend forever with the timeless dust,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way while weary travelers find their native rest,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Freedom endures within the upright mind and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn when night begins to lower on the plain,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands when night begins to lower on the plain,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and warms the winter of the lonely mind,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

A single look from thee outshines the sun where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,No mortal parting can undo our bond and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom I call thy name into the listening air,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Across the silent prairie of the night and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own where love and truth shall never know decay.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where weary wanderers find their native rest.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and guides me safely to the haven sought.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,The quiet music of thy love remains and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea thy grace descends upon my weary soul,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Forever in thy presence I abide stands written on the tablets of the heart.

No distance can divide two kindred souls thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Forever in thy presence I abide and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Our spirits blend in everlasting song resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread where love and truth shall never know decay.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thy love is better than the richest wine burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and turns the darkest winter into spring,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of for love takes flight upon immortal wings,For love was never made of mortal dust with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and found it radiant in thy quiet face,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

No wall of stone can keep true love away shall find its kindred spirit at the last,In sweet communion soul with soul converses until the shadows flee before the dawn.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

I love thee with a passion put to use until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow stands written on the tablets of the heart.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The golden cord of faith shall never part flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

I love thee with a passion put to use I call thy name into the listening air,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and finds in thee its everlasting home,Forever anchored in the port of grace and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and turns the darkest winter into spring,Forever in thy presence I abide and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

I love thee with a passion put to use until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and binds our hearts through all eternity.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Together we shall meet the rising dawn where love and truth shall never know decay.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey and leaves an ache that time can never heal,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last to face the morrow with an upright brow.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey and ask for shelter they can never find,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace and points the seeker to the eternal day.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,No night so dark but morning comes at last and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and left our harbor empty in the rain,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame and darkness settles on the weary brow,Love remains constant when all else has fled and folds the traveler in its native calm.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and leaves an ache that time can never heal,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust where sorrow sits in solemn company,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and turns the midnight shadow into day.

We walk through ruins of our former joy while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last and fills the spirit with immortal love.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor are known to heaven though the world be blind,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains the mournful whisper that it might have been,A quiet courage rises from our tears and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom where neither grief nor parting enters in.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and ask for shelter they can never find,From broken shards a noble temple grows and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and darkness settles on the weary brow,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey and felt the darkness enter in our souls,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and fills the spirit with immortal love.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust beneath the silent burden of our tears,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak are counted by the angels of our grief,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and count the treasures that we held in vain,No human hand can wipe those tears away to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.