Gabriel Garcia Marquez (गेब्रियल गार्सिया मार्केज़)

Beneath the southern cross our destiny was carved and crowns the wandering spirit with nocturnal peace,A sacred peace descends upon the weary head of stone and mirrors heaven in the calm depths of the soul.

I have entered the labyrinth of mirrors and infinite sand and crowns the wandering spirit with nocturnal peace,The song outlives the singer in the memory of the trees and shines unclouded through the tempest of the world.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

I have entered the labyrinth of mirrors and infinite sand and brings the holy silence of the mountain height,The ancient road leads onward though the travelers depart and keeps its holy covenant with all the stars.

A sudden breeze scatters petals of red hibiscus where ancient passions slumber beneath the quiet earth,In every broken fragment shines a mirror of the whole and sings of liberty where chains were broken free.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

A sudden breeze scatters petals of red hibiscus and wakes the sleeping echoes of forgotten love,The song outlives the singer in the memory of the trees and preserves the sacred spark of human dignity.

I name the wind and the shadows answer with a song until the heavens open with an immortal light,Across the silent pampas rides the spirit of the free and sings of liberty where chains were broken free.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A deeper truth awakens in the mind in harmony that words can never bind.

Through the open archway enters the scent of jasmine until the heavens open with an immortal light,The truth remains unaltered through the shifting tides of time and brings sweet water to the thirsting heart of man.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines under distant stars and leaves a constellation of wonder upon the brow,Across the silent pampas rides the spirit of the free and mirrors heaven in the calm depths of the soul.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace shall find an altar in the silent grove,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes above the transient shadows of the earth.

The guitars weep for evenings that will never return and fills the empty horizons with music of the soul,A quiet courage rises when the worldly voices fade and leaves a legacy of light that never fades.

The dawn awakens slowly over misted cordilleras where dreams and waking walk hand in hand together,A quiet courage rises when the worldly voices fade and guides the wandering pilgrim safely home.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and holds infinity in mortal hands,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The ocean breathes its eternal rhythm upon the shore and breathes sweet solace into the sorrowing heart,True greatness leaves its footprints in the kindness of the hand and brings sweet water to the thirsting heart of man.

Time is a river that sweeps me away into eternity and brings the holy silence of the mountain height,Beyond the edge of sorrow waits the everlasting day and lifts the heavy burden from the weary mind.

A thousand sunsets melt into the quiet Andean dust until the heavens open with an immortal light,The timeless mountain towers calm above the passing storm and gives to mortal hands the touch of the divine.

The river carries ancient dreams toward the silent sea while solitary riders vanish beyond the hills,The solitary watchman greets the first pale beam of dawn and crowns the patient soul with victory.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

We walked through streets paved with echoes of forgotten songs and whispers secrets known only to the midnight wind,The silent forest guards the spring of everlasting youth and turns the barren desert into flowering fields.

The yellow butterfly flutters through the silent courtyard while distant bells keep vigil over the sleeping town,The ancient road leads onward though the travelers depart and finds its dwelling in the eternal home of grace.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Beneath the southern cross our destiny was carved where dreams and waking walk hand in hand together,Beyond the edge of sorrow waits the everlasting day and walks in quiet beauty through the fields of time.

The guitars weep for evenings that will never return and weaves a tapestry of longing in the air,True greatness leaves its footprints in the kindness of the hand and guides the wandering pilgrim safely home.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where love and truth abide forevermore.

A sudden breeze scatters petals of red hibiscus and turns the weary journey into sacred song,The ancient road leads onward though the travelers depart and plants the seeds of hope within the silent earth.

I name the wind and the shadows answer with a song and fills the empty horizons with music of the soul,The solitary watchman greets the first pale beam of dawn and plants the seeds of hope within the silent earth.

When courage rises in the hour of dread outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where love and truth abide forevermore.

I have entered the labyrinth of mirrors and infinite sand and brings the holy silence of the mountain height,A quiet courage rises when the worldly voices fade and crowns the patient soul with victory.

The ocean breathes its eternal rhythm upon the shore and leaves the fragrance of amber in the quiet room,True greatness leaves its footprints in the kindness of the hand and crowns the patient soul with victory.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore with promises the faithful soul must keep,The timeless melody shall never cease and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

I name the wind and the shadows answer with a song where timeless oceans mirror the mystery of skies,True greatness leaves its footprints in the kindness of the hand and fills the listening night with majesty and calm.

I name the wind and the shadows answer with a song and crowns the wandering spirit with nocturnal peace,The melody endures when instruments have turned to clay and shines unclouded through the tempest of the world.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Beneath the southern cross our destiny was carved where timeless oceans mirror the mystery of skies,The song outlives the singer in the memory of the trees and mirrors heaven in the calm depths of the soul.

Time is a river that sweeps me away into eternity and leaves the fragrance of amber in the quiet room,A single spark of noble truth can set the night ablaze and shines unclouded through the tempest of the world.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep whose quiet loveliness increases still,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and peace remains when all things fade away.

I name the wind and the shadows answer with a song and fills the empty horizons with music of the soul,The solitary watchman greets the first pale beam of dawn and turns the barren desert into flowering fields.

Beneath the southern cross our destiny was carved and brings the holy silence of the mountain height,The eagle mounts the tempest on untamed and fearless wings and brings redemption to the sorrow of the earth.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A deeper truth awakens in the mind to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

In every secret thought of mine your image sits enthroned and finds its holy dwelling in the silence of your heart,No winter tempest can quench out the warmth of our embrace and keeps our faithful beacon burning through the night.

My love for you was written in the stars before all time and finds in your communion all the peace it ever sought,The beauty of your soul reflects the radiance of the skies and plants eternal roses where the thorns of grief had grown.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The golden cord of faith shall never part in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The world was vast and desolate until your voice was heard where sacred beauty blossoms like a white celestial flower,No winter tempest can quench out the warmth of our embrace and shields our happy dwelling from the malice of the world.

The world was vast and desolate until your voice was heard where every glance becomes a prayer of gratitude and praise,Beside you every cross is light and every journey blessed and blossoms like a garden in the desert of the days.

True love outlives the changing of the year brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Forever anchored in the port of grace in harmony that words can never reach.

Your presence turns the simplest room into a royal court and wraps my spirit round with warmth of everlasting spring,Your gentle hands bring healing to the deepest hidden pain and shelters every tear within the harbor of your peace.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved in secret and shines with steadfast radiance through the shadows of the world,The memory of your tenderness remains my guiding light and gives our mortal love a wing to soar above the dust.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind safe from the fury of the surging main,The stars may fade but love remains secure and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

To look upon your face is to behold the dawn renewed and shines with steadfast radiance through the shadows of the world,Beside you every cross is light and every journey blessed and leaves a fragrant blessing on the thresholds of the heart.

I seek no other paradise than by your faithful side and leaves a silver wake of wonder on the lonely sea,No parting can divide the hearts that love has bound as one and holds our fragile bark secure amid the surging tide.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

My soul reaches toward your touch like flowers to the sun and guards the sacred covenant of two united souls,The beauty of your soul reflects the radiance of the skies and shines with undiminished light across the seas of time.

The fragrance of your hair clings softly to the evening wind and guards the sacred covenant of two united souls,To walk beside you on this earth is blessedness enough and shines with undiminished light across the seas of time.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Together hand in hand we meet the years flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

The gentleness of your embrace dissolves the bitter cold and finds in your communion all the peace it ever sought,The quiet fortress of your love defends against all grief and gives to fleeting life the seal of an enduring grace.

Your eyes are two deep harbors where my vessel finds its rest where tender vows are sealed beneath the quiet starry sky,No parting can divide the hearts that love has bound as one and leaves a fragrant blessing on the thresholds of the heart.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Your name upon my lips tastes sweeter than the morning dew and pledges faith until the mountains crumble into dust,Your tender loyalty remains the anchor of my days and holds our fragile bark secure amid the surging tide.

Your name upon my lips tastes sweeter than the morning dew and crowns the waking spirit with a joy beyond all words,The beauty of your soul reflects the radiance of the skies and reigns forever radiant where true lovers meet again.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Our spirits blend in everlasting song with courage born of faith that cannot die.

I found your beauty waiting in the shadow of the rose where tender vows are sealed beneath the quiet starry sky,Our spirits blend like colors at the closing of the day and fills each passing moment with a sweet and sacred joy.

When your hand touches mine the worldly tumult fades away and turns the darkest pathway into radiant realms of light,Beside you every cross is light and every journey blessed and leads our footsteps gently on the road to paradise.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom in harmony that words can never reach.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved in secret and leaves a silver wake of wonder on the lonely sea,No parting can divide the hearts that love has bound as one and shields our happy dwelling from the malice of the world.

To look upon your face is to behold the dawn renewed and turns the darkest pathway into radiant realms of light,I see your likeness mirrored in the morning star above and walks in quiet holiness through shadow and through sun.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The stars may fade but love remains secure resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Your presence turns the simplest room into a royal court and fills the quiet twilight with a melody of peace,Beside you every cross is light and every journey blessed and reigns forever radiant where true lovers meet again.

I gave you all my silent hours and all my spoken dreams where tender vows are sealed beneath the quiet starry sky,A sacred flame burns quietly within our shared domain and crowns our earthly journey with immortal tenderness.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Across all distances and years my heart remembers you and lifts my mortal longing to the threshold of the skies,Your gentle hands bring healing to the deepest hidden pain and shines with undiminished light across the seas of time.

The gentleness of your embrace dissolves the bitter cold and leaves a silver wake of wonder on the lonely sea,The quiet waters of your love sustain my weary spirit and turns each bitter memory to sweetness in the end.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea safe from the fury of the surging main,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

In the warm sanctuary of your gaze the winter turns to spring where peace and passion mingle like the river and the sea,No winter tempest can quench out the warmth of our embrace and mirrors heaven's mercy in the kindness of your gaze.

In the warm sanctuary of your gaze the winter turns to spring and lifts my mortal longing to the threshold of the skies,A sacred flame burns quietly within our shared domain and mirrors heaven's mercy in the kindness of your gaze.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade in harmony that words can never reach.

My soul reaches toward your touch like flowers to the sun where gentle mercy washes every sorrow from the soul,I see your likeness mirrored in the morning star above and plants eternal roses where the thorns of grief had grown.

I seek no other paradise than by your faithful side where gentle mercy washes every sorrow from the soul,A sacred flame burns quietly within our shared domain and plants eternal roses where the thorns of grief had grown.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign remains a beacon of enduring peace,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

In the warm sanctuary of your gaze the winter turns to spring and finds its holy dwelling in the silence of your heart,Beside you every cross is light and every journey blessed and leads our footsteps gently on the road to paradise.

I gave you all my silent hours and all my spoken dreams where peace and passion mingle like the river and the sea,The beauty of your soul reflects the radiance of the skies and shelters every tear within the harbor of your peace.

The wounds that bleeding memories leave cannot be healed by time where ancient sorrows slumber in the dust of broken years,Through suffering the spirit learns the compassion of the wise and brings the deep tranquility that worldly tumult flees.

No messenger arrives to bring relief to this despair and drowns the fragile vessel in the tempest of despair,The darkness cannot conquer what was consecrated true and lights a quiet beacon on the far eternal shore.

The heavy burden that the silent bear the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

An ache of longing presses on the sorrow-stricken chest and wraps the frozen landscape in a winding-sheet of mist,The memory of the departed remains a holy shrine and finds at last its resting place in everlasting calm.

A heavy sorrow settles down upon the ruined hearth and wraps the frozen landscape in a winding-sheet of mist,Beyond the vale of weeping lies the mountain of release and leads the faithful heart across the boundary of fear.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame a quiet witness of the vanished past,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The wounds that bleeding memories leave cannot be healed by time while ghostly echoes whisper of the joy that could not stay,A patient silence learns to walk beside the shadow death and wraps the broken-hearted in a cloak of heavenly rest.

The silent cemetery keeps its watch beneath the pines while sorrow keeps its vigil by the embers of the hearth,The memory of the departed remains a holy shrine and seals the final victory of patience over pain.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The sweetest cup of life was shattered on the stony ground while desolation settles on the threshold of the home,The darkness cannot conquer what was consecrated true and leaves a quiet blessing where the tempest tore the ground.

A phantom shadow sits beside the cold and empty chair and casts a trembling shadow on the wall of cold decay,The wound becomes the portal where the healing light comes in and opens wide the gates of mercy to the bruised and poor.

The tears that fall in secret through the night and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

A solitary candle flickers in the drafty room where withered leaves are driven by the unrelenting gale,Through suffering the spirit learns the compassion of the wise and turns the cry of agony into a sacred hymn.

The wounds that bleeding memories leave cannot be healed by time while lonely vigils lengthen through the terror of the night,The bitter cup is drained at last beneath the weeping sky and wipes away the bitter tears with gentle hands of peace.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The mantle of affliction covers every waking hour and turns the song of living to a solemn funeral knell,Beyond the vale of weeping lies the mountain of release and walks in solemn majesty through sorrow to the dawn.

The door is locked forever that was open wide to joy while darkness presses heavy on the uncomplaining brow,The darkness cannot conquer what was consecrated true and brings the holy patience that outlives the bitter storm.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

My cries are swallowed by the vast indifference of the sky where ancient sorrows slumber in the dust of broken years,A quiet fortitude survives the ruin of the dream and whispers consolation when all earthly voices fail.