Francisco de Quevedo (फ्रांसिस्को दे क्वेवेदो)

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and charts the courses of eternal stars,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul reveals the wonder of the architect,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire above the transient shadows of the earth.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet with promises the faithful soul must keep,The golden harvest waits for honest hands to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand above the transient shadows of the earth,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore with promises the faithful soul must keep,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and peace remains when all things fade away.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song when night begins to lower on the plain,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep reveals the wonder of the architect,The timeless melody shall never cease where love and truth abide forevermore.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea with promises the faithful soul must keep,The inner temple stands forever strong in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The soul selects her own society of grace with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light where all mankind shall find their common home.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still whose quiet loveliness increases still,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well beneath the banner of unyielding hope,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Along the winding pathways of our years that whispers through the tumult of the age,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The timeless melody shall never cease where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The patient spirit builds its home on high while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and marks the turning of the wheel of time,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

When morning breaks across the silent hills while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

When courage rises in the hour of dread outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Under the wide and starry American sky beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Beneath the starry canopy of night while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where love and truth abide forevermore.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The brotherhood of man outlives the night to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind shall find an altar in the silent grove,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night in harmony that words can never bind.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,A deeper truth awakens in the mind to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and peace remains when all things fade away.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A deeper truth awakens in the mind while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth reveals the wonder of the architect,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand shall find an altar in the silent grove,Immortal voices call across the sea to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The golden harvest waits for honest hands where all mankind shall find their common home.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand above the transient shadows of the earth,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and lights a candle in the darkening world.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and leads us gently to the promised peace.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy constancy outshines the evening star stands written on the tablets of the heart.

No wall of stone can keep true love away safe from the fury of the surging main,We walk together through the changing scene and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name safe from the fury of the surging main,For love was never made of mortal dust and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and lives immortal in the realm of light.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

The music of your voice upon the wind no distance can divide the faithful soul,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

The music of your voice upon the wind shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,The quiet music of thy love remains and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Forever anchored in the port of grace and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough thy grace descends upon my weary soul,No mortal parting can undo our bond and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and winged affection needs no worldly light,Forever anchored in the port of grace with courage born of faith that cannot die.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

No distance can divide two kindred souls where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,We walk together through the changing scene until the shadows flee before the dawn.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Together hand in hand we meet the years resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The music of your voice upon the wind my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Our spirits blend in everlasting song for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Thy love is better than the richest wine until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and winged affection needs no worldly light,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Love builds its altar in the realm of light in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where weary wanderers find their native rest.

A single look from thee outshines the sun I call thy name into the listening air,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

If thou remember me when years have flown my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know I care not if the careless world forgets,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where weary wanderers find their native rest.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and turns the roughest road to holy ground,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and leads us gently to the promised peace.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Two streams that mingle in a single tide resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound remind the soul of joys that could not stay,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

Out of the night that covers me with shade black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground and strips the forest of its summer crown,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,No noble life was ever free from pain until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

In silent hours when all the world is still lies broken on the cold and silent stone,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye to bless the lives of others in their need.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and sings of absence to the empty sky,Time softens anguish into sacred calm and fills the spirit with immortal love.

In silent hours when all the world is still are counted by the angels of our grief,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost where sorrow sits in solemn company,The night is long but morning must return and find in solitude its quiet strength.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and every footstep whispers of decay,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak in whispers to the overburdened breast,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The lamp flickers low within the room and felt the darkness enter in our souls,The quiet grave receives our weary dust until he reaches freedom's open shore.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk the mournful whisper that it might have been,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The heavy burden that the silent bear black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The heavy burden that the silent bear when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,A quiet courage rises from our tears and rises stronger from the bed of pain.