Fernando Pessoa (फर्नांडो पेसोआ)

Beneath the starry canopy of night with promises the faithful soul must keep,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The patient spirit builds its home on high where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace above the transient shadows of the earth,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast whose quiet loveliness increases still,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

In solemn contemplation of the skies with promises the faithful soul must keep,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and sorrow melts into serene repose.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Freedom endures within the upright mind where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all to blend forever with the timeless dust,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

When morning breaks across the silent hills outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and marks the turning of the wheel of time,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind to blend forever with the timeless dust,A song of courage echoes down the years and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Beneath the starry canopy of night whose quiet loveliness increases still,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where love and truth abide forevermore.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight whose quiet loveliness increases still,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and holds infinity in mortal hands,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed with promises the faithful soul must keep,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

In every blossom of the quiet spring to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The soul selects her own society of grace beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The prairie wind carries the ancient name above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace reveals the wonder of the architect,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

I hear America singing in the morning light life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods whose quiet loveliness increases still,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Beneath the starry canopy of night where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Along the winding pathways of our years where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The inner temple stands forever strong and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,A song of courage echoes down the years where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Let America be America again in truth where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore 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.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Love builds its altar in the realm of light with courage born of faith that cannot die.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where weary wanderers find their native rest.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The purest joy that mortal life can yield for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Within the secret garden of the heart and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of I care not if the careless world forgets,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where weary wanderers find their native rest.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and finds in thee its everlasting home,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth in harmony that words can never reach.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and love remains when all things pass away.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour I care not if the careless world forgets,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Together hand in hand we meet the years and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and leads us gently to the promised peace.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,For love was never made of mortal dust where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Across the silent prairie of the night and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

I love thee with a passion put to use thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where love and truth shall never know decay.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul for silence speaks the language of the soul.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and love remains when all things pass away.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and finds in thee its everlasting home,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and guides me safely to the haven sought.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Forever anchored in the port of grace and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

She walks in beauty like the starry night burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

No wall of stone can keep true love away safe from the fury of the surging main,We walk together through the changing scene flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

The music of your voice upon the wind for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,No mortal parting can undo our bond and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The stars may fade but love remains secure where two fond souls unite in holy love.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Across the silent leagues of time and space my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where two fond souls unite in holy love.

The music of your voice upon the wind and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where weary wanderers find their native rest.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea I care not if the careless world forgets,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain and pine for blessings that can come no more,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar the mournful whisper that it might have been,A tender angel watches o'er our grief when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam a quiet witness of the vanished past,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and count the treasures that we held in vain,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and turns the midnight shadow into day.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night to bless the lives of others in their need.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The voice we loved is silent evermore and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,No human hand can wipe those tears away and points the seeker to the eternal day.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest for joy returns with morning's golden light.

Across the barren fields of memory yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,No night so dark but morning comes at last where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and left our harbor empty in the rain,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial to face the trials of the coming year.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and rises stronger from the bed of pain.