Friedrich Schiller (फ्रेडरिक शिलर)

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour with promises the faithful soul must keep,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

When morning breaks across the silent hills shall find an altar in the silent grove,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Immortal voices call across the sea and peace remains when all things fade away.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The golden harvest waits for those who toil in harmony that words can never bind.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and sorrow melts into serene repose.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast shall find an altar in the silent grove,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king where all mankind shall find their common home.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where love and truth abide forevermore.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The inner temple stands forever strong and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The soul selects her own society of grace and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,A golden morning breaks upon the hill to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and listens to the music of the spheres,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The patient spirit builds its home on high where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and looks on harbor and city silent still,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace reveals the wonder of the architect,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and peace remains when all things fade away.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where love and truth abide forevermore.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed shall find an altar in the silent grove,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Freedom endures within the upright mind and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

In every blossom of the quiet spring with promises the faithful soul must keep,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire above the transient shadows of the earth.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Honor remains when monuments decay and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind shall find an altar in the silent grove,The timeless melody shall never cease and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and marks the turning of the wheel of time,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and then from heart to heart excuses grief,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar where all mankind shall find their common home.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and peace remains when all things fade away.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A noble purpose sanctifies our days above the transient shadows of the earth.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The brave heart falters not before the storm and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and holds infinity in mortal hands,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Honor remains when monuments decay where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Immortal voices call across the sea and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth shall find an altar in the silent grove,Immortal voices call across the sea and peace remains when all things fade away.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom safe from the fury of the surging main,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Our spirits blend in everlasting song for silence speaks the language of the soul.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and found it radiant in thy quiet face,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth remains a beacon of enduring peace,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth safe from the fury of the surging main,Love builds its altar in the realm of light until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow with courage born of faith that cannot die.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and find their heaven in each other's eyes,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough I call thy name into the listening air,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where two fond souls unite in holy love.

She walks in beauty like the starry night my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The golden cord of faith shall never part and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thy love is better than the richest wine when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The music of your voice upon the wind of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Together hand in hand we meet the years and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost for silence speaks the language of the soul.

The music of your voice upon the wind brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and holds us fast against the changing tide.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

No wall of stone can keep true love away my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

No wall of stone can keep true love away brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom safe from the fury of the surging main,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Across the silent leagues of time and space remains a beacon of enduring peace,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat no distance can divide the faithful soul,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

I love thee with a passion put to use where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet stands written on the tablets of the heart.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and find their heaven in each other's eyes,We walk together through the changing scene and lives immortal in the realm of light.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

I love thee with a passion put to use burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

She walks in beauty like the starry night shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide no distance can divide the faithful soul,Two streams that mingle in a single tide in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Across the silent prairie of the night where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and love remains when all things pass away.

A single look from thee outshines the sun until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The heavy burden that the silent bear remind the soul of joys that could not stay,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The voice we loved is silent evermore while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

We look before and after in our grief rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground and strips the forest of its summer crown,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest to bless the lives of others in their need.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Love remains constant when all else has fled and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The lamp flickers low within the room beneath the silent burden of our tears,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine and points the seeker to the eternal day.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The lamp flickers low within the room and felt the darkness enter in our souls,The night is long but morning must return where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps remind the soul of joys that could not stay,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,The twilight passes into eternal dawn until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.