G E Lessing (गॉथॉल्ड एफ्रेम लेसिंग)

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where love and truth abide forevermore.

In every blossom of the quiet spring where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore to guide the seeker through the wilderness,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed whose quiet loveliness increases still,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and peace remains when all things fade away.

In every blossom of the quiet spring while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Along the winding pathways of our years and holds infinity in mortal hands,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand that whispers through the tumult of the age,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way that whispers through the tumult of the age,The timeless melody shall never cease and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and holds infinity in mortal hands,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way whose quiet loveliness increases still,A noble purpose sanctifies our days above the transient shadows of the earth.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

In solemn contemplation of the skies while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while weary travelers find their native rest,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace in harmony that words can never bind.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell whose quiet loveliness increases still,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The patient spirit builds its home on high and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell with promises the faithful soul must keep,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,A noble purpose sanctifies our days in harmony that words can never bind.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and scatters radiance on the waking dew,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way with promises the faithful soul must keep,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and holds infinity in mortal hands,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace above the transient shadows of the earth,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast that whispers through the tumult of the age,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and listens to the music of the spheres,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Beneath the starry canopy of night reveals the wonder of the architect,The inner temple stands forever strong where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind whose quiet loveliness increases still,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

In solemn contemplation of the skies while weary travelers find their native rest,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and finds in thee its everlasting home,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy sacred image dwells forevermore,We walk together through the changing scene and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of I care not if the careless world forgets,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

True love outlives the changing of the year my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,For love was never made of mortal dust and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind safe from the fury of the surging main,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart for silence speaks the language of the soul.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where two fond souls unite in holy love.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and love remains when all things pass away.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy gentle spirit and my own are one,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

The music of your voice upon the wind when feeling reaches for the grace divine,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and lives immortal in the realm of light.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The stars may fade but love remains secure where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and finds in thee its everlasting home,Our spirits blend in everlasting song for silence speaks the language of the soul.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth shall find its kindred spirit at the last,We walk together through the changing scene and leads us gently to the promised peace.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The stars may fade but love remains secure where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth in harmony that words can never reach.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where weary wanderers find their native rest.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour brings healing comfort to the listening ear,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and winged affection needs no worldly light,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

No wall of stone can keep true love away safe from the fury of the surging main,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Together hand in hand we meet the years where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know safe from the fury of the surging main,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and lives immortal in the realm of light.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and finds in thee its everlasting home,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where two fond souls unite in holy love.

True love outlives the changing of the year remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where weary wanderers find their native rest.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height I care not if the careless world forgets,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost with courage born of faith that cannot die.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and love remains when all things pass away.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The golden cord of faith shall never part flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The golden cord of faith shall never part and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

She walks in beauty like the starry night burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

True love outlives the changing of the year dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

If thou remember me when years have flown my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of I care not if the careless world forgets,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,For love was never made of mortal dust where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,A sacred peace descends upon the breast in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist a quiet witness of the vanished past,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk lies broken on the cold and silent stone,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The heavy burden that the silent bear black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs and darkness settles on the weary brow,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The heavy burden that the silent bear and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The tears that fall in secret through the night yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The tears that fall in secret through the night are counted by the angels of our grief,No night so dark but morning comes at last where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

Across the barren fields of memory and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and life awakens from the frozen ground.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled lies broken on the cold and silent stone,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,A quiet courage rises from our tears and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

Across the barren fields of memory yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The heavy burden that the silent bear the mournful whisper that it might have been,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and shines radiant through the passing storm.