Euripides (यूरिपिडिस)

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour while weary travelers find their native rest,The timeless melody shall never cease and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest above the transient shadows of the earth,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn with music drawn from ancient waves of time,A song of courage echoes down the years and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind whose quiet loveliness increases still,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace when night begins to lower on the plain,The river carries our hopes toward the deep to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The timeless melody shall never cease and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The quiet light of virtue cannot die in harmony that words can never bind.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and peace remains when all things fade away.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell that whispers through the tumult of the age,Immortal voices call across the sea to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast with promises the faithful soul must keep,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace above the transient shadows of the earth.

When morning breaks across the silent hills above the transient shadows of the earth,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The patient spirit builds its home on high where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Under the wide and starry American sky when night begins to lower on the plain,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand reveals the wonder of the architect,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild to guide our children on the righteous path.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep whose quiet loveliness increases still,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and fills the silence with immortal song.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and charts the courses of eternal stars,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

I hear America singing in the morning light and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Freedom endures within the upright mind and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace whose quiet loveliness increases still,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Immortal voices call across the sea and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Freedom endures within the upright mind and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The timeless melody shall never cease where love and truth abide forevermore.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The brave heart falters not before the storm and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

When morning breaks across the silent hills while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and lights a candle in the darkening wild,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Along the winding pathways of our years while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and looks on harbor and city silent still,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and love remains when all things pass away.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and winged affection needs no worldly light,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,For love was never made of mortal dust where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,No mortal parting can undo our bond and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom I call thy name into the listening air,Forever in thy presence I abide and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul until the shadows flee before the dawn.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

If thou remember me when years have flown burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

A single look from thee outshines the sun burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The purest joy that mortal life can yield in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and love remains when all things pass away.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of shall find its kindred spirit at the last,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

I love thee with a passion put to use and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy gentle spirit and my own are one,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

True love outlives the changing of the year brings healing comfort to the listening ear,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,In every beat my heart repeats thy name where love and truth shall never know decay.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,We walk together through the changing scene with courage born of faith that cannot die.

If thou remember me when years have flown my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

I love thee with a passion put to use and found it radiant in thy quiet face,The quiet music of thy love remains and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

If thou remember me when years have flown burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Forever in thy presence I abide and holds us fast against the changing tide.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and leads us gently to the promised peace.

True love outlives the changing of the year my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,We walk together through the changing scene for silence speaks the language of the soul.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and holds us fast against the changing tide.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn shall find its kindred spirit at the last,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom shall find its kindred spirit at the last,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Out of the night that covers me with shade our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Love remains constant when all else has fled to bless the lives of others in their need.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The ship sailed outward never to return where sorrow sits in solemn company,The night is long but morning must return and hallows every memory of our loss.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place are counted by the angels of our grief,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest beside the waters of unchanging peace.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain can never wake the joy that once was ours,No human hand can wipe those tears away and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain and pine for blessings that can come no more,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and ask for shelter they can never find,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain in whispers to the overburdened breast,No night so dark but morning comes at last until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs in whispers to the overburdened breast,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards for joy returns with morning's golden light.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and sings of absence to the empty sky,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

We look before and after in our grief and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

We look before and after in our grief and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,Time softens anguish into sacred calm until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

Out of the night that covers me with shade yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The soul ascends above its mortal chains for joy returns with morning's golden light.