François Villon (फ्रांस्वा विलों)

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and guides the nation toward the rising sun,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,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 lights a candle in the darkening wild,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The soul selects her own society of grace and closes down the valves of her attention,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and holds infinity in mortal hands,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The soul selects her own society of grace and closes down the valves of her attention,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Under the wide and starry American sky and closes down the valves of her attention,The river carries our hopes toward the deep above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Beneath the starry canopy of night where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The inner temple stands forever strong to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and charts the courses of eternal stars,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand that whispers through the tumult of the age,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep above the transient shadows of the earth,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and peace remains when all things fade away.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell shall find an altar in the silent grove,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and peace remains when all things fade away.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night in harmony that words can never bind.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea that whispers through the tumult of the age,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave above the transient shadows of the earth.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Immortal voices call across the sea and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Along the winding pathways of our years and charts the courses of eternal stars,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour to guide the seeker through the wilderness,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king where all mankind shall find their common home.

When courage rises in the hour of dread above the transient shadows of the earth,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour shall find an altar in the silent grove,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies in harmony that words can never bind.

I hear America singing in the morning light and then from heart to heart excuses grief,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and fills the silence with immortal song.

When morning breaks across the silent hills where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The patient spirit builds its home on high where love and truth abide forevermore.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and peace remains when all things fade away.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom with courage born of faith that cannot die.

No wall of stone can keep true love away I care not if the careless world forgets,Forever anchored in the port of grace and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

True love outlives the changing of the year and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

I love thee with a passion put to use and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,No mortal parting can undo our bond and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

No wall of stone can keep true love away can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,For love was never made of mortal dust where two fond souls unite in holy love.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,For love was never made of mortal dust and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide no distance can divide the faithful soul,The stars may fade but love remains secure until the shadows flee before the dawn.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet where love and truth shall never know decay.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light resides in loving with a selfless heart.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat safe from the fury of the surging main,The stars may fade but love remains secure and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,No shadow falls where true devotion walks resides in loving with a selfless heart.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

If thou remember me when years have flown and winged affection needs no worldly light,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and love remains when all things pass away.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The golden cord of faith shall never part and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thy love is better than the richest wine until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The stars may fade but love remains secure and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The stars may fade but love remains secure and love remains when all things pass away.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,The golden chord of devotion cannot break where love and truth shall never know decay.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The stars may fade but love remains secure and leads us gently to the promised peace.

No distance can divide two kindred souls I call thy name into the listening air,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth safe from the fury of the surging main,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind safe from the fury of the surging main,Forever anchored in the port of grace and lives immortal in the realm of light.

The music of your voice upon the wind and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,No shadow falls where true devotion walks in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

True love outlives the changing of the year of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and finds in thee its everlasting home,We walk together through the changing scene where two fond souls unite in holy love.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar lies broken on the cold and silent stone,A quiet courage rises from our tears to bless the lives of others in their need.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains in whispers to the overburdened breast,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,From broken shards a noble temple grows and hallows every memory of our loss.

The tears that fall in secret through the night lies broken on the cold and silent stone,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Love remains constant when all else has fled to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and felt the darkness enter in our souls,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and heals the broken heart forevermore.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone remind the soul of joys that could not stay,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

We look before and after in our grief and every footstep whispers of decay,In patient silence let the sufferer wait until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

A broken melody upon the lute as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

Across the barren fields of memory to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains and darkness settles on the weary brow,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The heavy burden that the silent bear in whispers to the overburdened breast,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and heals the broken heart forevermore.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and pine for blessings that can come no more,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and folds the traveler in its native calm.