Friedrich Nietzsche (फ्रेडरिक नीत्शे)

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Immortal voices call across the sea and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight that whispers through the tumult of the age,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Under the wide and starry American sky and then from heart to heart excuses grief,In every breast a spark of heaven glows above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The timeless melody shall never cease in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore whose quiet loveliness increases still,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Let America be America again in truth and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The brotherhood of man outlives the night where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand shall find an altar in the silent grove,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight above the transient shadows of the earth,The timeless melody shall never cease above the transient shadows of the earth.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul with promises the faithful soul must keep,The quiet light of virtue cannot die to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and fills the silence with immortal song.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and holds infinity in mortal hands,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The timeless melody shall never cease and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Immortal voices call across the sea to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The timeless melody shall never cease and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and charts the courses of eternal stars,The inner temple stands forever strong and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore with promises the faithful soul must keep,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide where all mankind shall find their common home.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and holds infinity in mortal hands,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Immortal voices call across the sea and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul that whispers through the tumult of the age,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Under the wide and starry American sky while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The patient spirit builds its home on high and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The patient spirit builds its home on high and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind reveals the wonder of the architect,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth with promises the faithful soul must keep,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand while weary travelers find their native rest,The patient spirit builds its home on high above the transient shadows of the earth.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and listens to the music of the spheres,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn above the transient shadows of the earth.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The patient spirit builds its home on high and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well when night begins to lower on the plain,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and fills the silence with immortal song.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Immortal voices call across the sea in harmony that words can never bind.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth I care not if the careless world forgets,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where two fond souls unite in holy love.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and finds in thee its everlasting home,The golden cord of faith shall never part resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and finds in thee its everlasting home,No mortal parting can undo our bond and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and winged affection needs no worldly light,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The music of your voice upon the wind and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The stars may fade but love remains secure and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and lives immortal in the realm of light.

If thou remember me when years have flown and winged affection needs no worldly light,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and lives immortal in the realm of light.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Forever anchored in the port of grace with courage born of faith that cannot die.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth in harmony that words can never reach.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,No mortal parting can undo our bond stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

She walks in beauty like the starry night burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour safe from the fury of the surging main,A sacred peace descends upon the breast until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and finds in thee its everlasting home,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

The music of your voice upon the wind and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart for silence speaks the language of the soul.

True love outlives the changing of the year and find their heaven in each other's eyes,A sacred peace descends upon the breast for silence speaks the language of the soul.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and lives immortal in the realm of light.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and guides me safely to the haven sought.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height no distance can divide the faithful soul,Together hand in hand we meet the years and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom for love takes flight upon immortal wings,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread stands written on the tablets of the heart.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Two streams that mingle in a single tide until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

No wall of stone can keep true love away my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy sacred image dwells forevermore,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet where love and truth shall never know decay.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and winged affection needs no worldly light,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The golden cord of faith shall never part resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know when feeling reaches for the grace divine,For love was never made of mortal dust and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth in harmony that words can never reach.

Across the barren fields of memory though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The lamp flickers low within the room and ask for shelter they can never find,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

The tears that fall in secret through the night and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

Out of the night that covers me with shade are counted by the angels of our grief,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,A quiet courage rises from our tears and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,The quiet grave receives our weary dust to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,In patient silence let the sufferer wait where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair in whispers to the overburdened breast,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth are known to heaven though the world be blind,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith and hallows every memory of our loss.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream remind the soul of joys that could not stay,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and every footstep whispers of decay,In patient silence let the sufferer wait to bless the lives of others in their need.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and count the treasures that we held in vain,No human hand can wipe those tears away where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

In silent hours when all the world is still and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,No noble life was ever free from pain and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and pine for blessings that can come no more,A quiet courage rises from our tears and gently soothes the aching of the breast.