Ezra Pound (एज्रा पाउंड)

Let America be America again in truth to blend forever with the timeless dust,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Let America be America again in truth with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Honor remains when monuments decay and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and sorrow melts into serene repose.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and looks on harbor and city silent still,Freedom endures within the upright mind to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea while weary travelers find their native rest,A deeper truth awakens in the mind beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

I hear America singing in the morning light life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild where all mankind shall find their common home.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and closes down the valves of her attention,The river carries our hopes toward the deep while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and peace remains when all things fade away.

I hear America singing in the morning light where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and marks the turning of the wheel of time,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold to blend forever with the timeless dust,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Immortal voices call across the sea beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Under the wide and starry American sky and looks on harbor and city silent still,The brave heart falters not before the storm and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

I hear America singing in the morning light and closes down the valves of her attention,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The quiet light of virtue cannot die above the transient shadows of the earth.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Let America be America again in truth life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods reveals the wonder of the architect,Immortal voices call across the sea where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and fills the silence with immortal song.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore with promises the faithful soul must keep,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and peace remains when all things fade away.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Honor remains when monuments decay and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

The soul selects her own society of grace when night begins to lower on the plain,The brave heart falters not before the storm and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and listens to the music of the spheres,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Freedom endures within the upright mind and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where honor shines with unextinguished ray,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Honor remains when monuments decay and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The brotherhood of man outlives the night while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The timeless melody shall never cease where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood to blend forever with the timeless dust,Honor remains when monuments decay and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

No distance can divide two kindred souls until thy song awoke its dormant wings,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,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 no distance can divide the faithful soul,The golden cord of faith shall never part where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet where love and truth shall never know decay.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,No mortal parting can undo our bond and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

I love thee with a passion put to use and finds in thee its everlasting home,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Within the secret garden of the heart until thy song awoke its dormant wings,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height I care not if the careless world forgets,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light for silence speaks the language of the soul.

I love thee with a passion put to use and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and turns the darkest winter into spring,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Forever anchored in the port of grace and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and turns the roughest road to holy ground,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and guides me safely to the haven sought.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and winged affection needs no worldly light,The stars may fade but love remains secure where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and turns the darkest winter into spring,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and winged affection needs no worldly light,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

I love thee with a passion put to use when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky stands written on the tablets of the heart.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea no distance can divide the faithful soul,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and lives immortal in the realm of light.

I love thee with a passion put to use and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and found it radiant in thy quiet face,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

I love thee with a passion put to use and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,The golden chord of devotion cannot break stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of no distance can divide the faithful soul,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth in harmony that words can never reach.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Together hand in hand we meet the years and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and turns the darkest winter into spring,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

A single look from thee outshines the sun when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and fills my being with a sacred warmth,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

The ship sailed outward never to return and sings of absence to the empty sky,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and life awakens from the frozen ground.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,Time softens anguish into sacred calm to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

A broken melody upon the lute and count the treasures that we held in vain,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

In silent hours when all the world is still when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland where neither grief nor parting enters in.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and count the treasures that we held in vain,The aching soul shall find its native rest where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

A broken melody upon the lute and count the treasures that we held in vain,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and life awakens from the frozen ground.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and count the treasures that we held in vain,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone to face the morrow with an upright brow.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

Out of the night that covers me with shade the mournful whisper that it might have been,The soul ascends above its mortal chains when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire can never wake the joy that once was ours,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,No human hand can wipe those tears away and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs lies broken on the cold and silent stone,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and shines radiant through the passing storm.

Old memories knock upon the silent door where sorrow sits in solemn company,No winter tempest lasts forevermore and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.