Gabriela Mistral (गेब्रिएला मिस्ट्रल)

I have entered the labyrinth of mirrors and infinite sand and brings the holy silence of the mountain height,Across the silent pampas rides the spirit of the free and lifts the heavy burden from the weary mind.

From the deep canyons of memory rises a silver star and weaves a tapestry of longing in the air,Deep in the patient earth the silver veins run true and lifts the heavy burden from the weary mind.

When morning breaks across the silent hills where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The guitars weep for evenings that will never return where dreams and waking walk hand in hand together,The timeless mountain towers calm above the passing storm and weaves its blessings through the fabric of the days.

Between the memory of rain and the fragrance of lime where dreams and waking walk hand in hand together,Across the silent pampas rides the spirit of the free and brings redemption to the sorrow of the earth.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Immortal voices call across the sea and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The river carries ancient dreams toward the silent sea and breathes sweet solace into the sorrowing heart,The truth remains unaltered through the shifting tides of time and keeps its holy covenant with all the stars.

The guitars weep for evenings that will never return and brings the holy silence of the mountain height,Through every dark eclipse the morning star returns and lifts the heavy burden from the weary mind.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and holds infinity in mortal hands,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The old stone fountain whispers legends of the night and leaves a constellation of wonder upon the brow,True greatness leaves its footprints in the kindness of the hand and guides the wandering pilgrim safely home.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines under distant stars until the heavens open with an immortal light,The truth remains unaltered through the shifting tides of time and brings redemption to the sorrow of the earth.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and lights a candle in the darkening wild,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Through the open archway enters the scent of jasmine and breathes sweet solace into the sorrowing heart,Beyond the edge of sorrow waits the everlasting day and plants the seeds of hope within the silent earth.

The old stone fountain whispers legends of the night and wakes the sleeping echoes of forgotten love,The song outlives the singer in the memory of the trees and brings redemption to the sorrow of the earth.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The river carries ancient dreams toward the silent sea and brings the holy silence of the mountain height,The silent forest guards the spring of everlasting youth and preserves the sacred spark of human dignity.

The guitars weep for evenings that will never return and leaves a constellation of wonder upon the brow,A single spark of noble truth can set the night ablaze and preserves the sacred spark of human dignity.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines under distant stars where timeless oceans mirror the mystery of skies,Across the silent pampas rides the spirit of the free and writes its name in gold upon the gates of dawn.

I have entered the labyrinth of mirrors and infinite sand and turns the weary journey into sacred song,A quiet courage rises when the worldly voices fade and preserves the sacred spark of human dignity.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

I have entered the labyrinth of mirrors and infinite sand and turns the weary journey into sacred song,No wall of stone can shut away the freedom of the soul and turns the barren desert into flowering fields.

The yellow butterfly flutters through the silent courtyard and crowns the wandering spirit with nocturnal peace,The truth remains unaltered through the shifting tides of time and mirrors heaven in the calm depths of the soul.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The dawn awakens slowly over misted cordilleras and brings the holy silence of the mountain height,The eagle mounts the tempest on untamed and fearless wings and brings sweet water to the thirsting heart of man.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines under distant stars and weaves a tapestry of longing in the air,The truth remains unaltered through the shifting tides of time and turns the barren desert into flowering fields.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

A thousand sunsets melt into the quiet Andean dust while distant bells keep vigil over the sleeping town,The truth remains unaltered through the shifting tides of time and mirrors heaven in the calm depths of the soul.

The yellow butterfly flutters through the silent courtyard and weaves a tapestry of longing in the air,A quiet courage rises when the worldly voices fade and fills the listening night with majesty and calm.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The inner temple stands forever strong where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

A thousand sunsets melt into the quiet Andean dust and crowns the wandering spirit with nocturnal peace,The solitary watchman greets the first pale beam of dawn and gives to mortal hands the touch of the divine.

The dawn awakens slowly over misted cordilleras and leaves a constellation of wonder upon the brow,Beyond the edge of sorrow waits the everlasting day and gives to mortal hands the touch of the divine.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Beneath the southern cross our destiny was carved and leaves a constellation of wonder upon the brow,True greatness leaves its footprints in the kindness of the hand and mirrors heaven in the calm depths of the soul.

The dawn awakens slowly over misted cordilleras while distant bells keep vigil over the sleeping town,Across the silent pampas rides the spirit of the free and writes its name in gold upon the gates of dawn.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The ocean breathes its eternal rhythm upon the shore and brings the holy silence of the mountain height,No tyrant's shadow can extinguish wisdom's radiant light and preserves the sacred spark of human dignity.

We walked through streets paved with echoes of forgotten songs while twilight weaves its purple mantle on the hills,Deep in the patient earth the silver veins run true and guides the wandering pilgrim safely home.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed whose quiet loveliness increases still,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

A thousand sunsets melt into the quiet Andean dust while solitary riders vanish beyond the hills,In every broken fragment shines a mirror of the whole and leaves a legacy of light that never fades.

Time is a river that sweeps me away into eternity and breathes sweet solace into the sorrowing heart,Deep in the patient earth the silver veins run true and turns the barren desert into flowering fields.

Your name upon my lips tastes sweeter than the morning dew and finds its holy dwelling in the silence of your heart,The timeless bond between our souls defies the mortal grave and walks in quiet holiness through shadow and through sun.

I seek no other paradise than by your faithful side and lifts my mortal longing to the threshold of the skies,Your gentle hands bring healing to the deepest hidden pain and blossoms like a garden in the desert of the days.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The world was vast and desolate until your voice was heard where tender vows are sealed beneath the quiet starry sky,I see your likeness mirrored in the morning star above and crowns our earthly journey with immortal tenderness.

My love for you was written in the stars before all time and lifts my mortal longing to the threshold of the skies,The whisper of your affection turns the weeping into song and brings the holy solace that the lonely heart desired.

True love outlives the changing of the year safe from the fury of the surging main,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

The world was vast and desolate until your voice was heard where peace and passion mingle like the river and the sea,No winter tempest can quench out the warmth of our embrace and reigns forever radiant where true lovers meet again.

In the warm sanctuary of your gaze the winter turns to spring where every heartbeat whispers of a love that cannot die,A sacred flame burns quietly within our shared domain and leads our footsteps gently on the road to paradise.

Across the silent leagues of time and space burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The fragrance of your hair clings softly to the evening wind where peace and passion mingle like the river and the sea,Your gentle hands bring healing to the deepest hidden pain and mirrors heaven's mercy in the kindness of your gaze.

In the warm sanctuary of your gaze the winter turns to spring and wraps my spirit round with warmth of everlasting spring,In your true faith my troubled soul has found its holy home and leaves a fragrant blessing on the thresholds of the heart.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

I found your beauty waiting in the shadow of the rose where peace and passion mingle like the river and the sea,Your tender loyalty remains the anchor of my days and mirrors heaven's mercy in the kindness of your gaze.

Your eyes are two deep harbors where my vessel finds its rest and burns with pure devotion that outlives the fleeting clay,Our spirits blend like colors at the closing of the day and keeps our faithful beacon burning through the night.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Love builds its altar in the realm of light in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

My love for you was written in the stars before all time and finds in your communion all the peace it ever sought,No parting can divide the hearts that love has bound as one and plants eternal roses where the thorns of grief had grown.

To look upon your face is to behold the dawn renewed and leaves a silver wake of wonder on the lonely sea,The beauty of your soul reflects the radiance of the skies and brings the holy solace that the lonely heart desired.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where weary wanderers find their native rest.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved in secret where gentle mercy washes every sorrow from the soul,The timeless bond between our souls defies the mortal grave and leaves a fragrant blessing on the thresholds of the heart.

My soul reaches toward your touch like flowers to the sun and turns the darkest pathway into radiant realms of light,In life and death my soul shall keep its covenant with you and leaves a fragrant blessing on the thresholds of the heart.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know when feeling reaches for the grace divine,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

My love for you was written in the stars before all time where sacred beauty blossoms like a white celestial flower,The memory of your tenderness remains my guiding light and turns each bitter memory to sweetness in the end.

I found your beauty waiting in the shadow of the rose where tender vows are sealed beneath the quiet starry sky,The quiet fortress of your love defends against all grief and mirrors heaven's mercy in the kindness of your gaze.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know no distance can divide the faithful soul,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow until the shadows flee before the dawn.

I gave you all my silent hours and all my spoken dreams where peace and passion mingle like the river and the sea,Your tender loyalty remains the anchor of my days and keeps our faithful beacon burning through the night.

I gave you all my silent hours and all my spoken dreams and blesses every hour with the grace of your sweet smile,The timeless bond between our souls defies the mortal grave and shields our happy dwelling from the malice of the world.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The gentleness of your embrace dissolves the bitter cold where every glance becomes a prayer of gratitude and praise,The quiet waters of your love sustain my weary spirit and shines with undiminished light across the seas of time.

Your eyes are two deep harbors where my vessel finds its rest where time itself stands motionless before your lovely eyes,To walk beside you on this earth is blessedness enough and answers every sorrow with the music of your voice.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul with courage born of faith that cannot die.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved in secret and shines with steadfast radiance through the shadows of the world,No winter tempest can quench out the warmth of our embrace and leads our footsteps gently on the road to paradise.

I seek no other paradise than by your faithful side where every glance becomes a prayer of gratitude and praise,The beauty of your soul reflects the radiance of the skies and reigns forever radiant where true lovers meet again.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and leads us gently to the promised peace.

My soul reaches toward your touch like flowers to the sun and blesses every hour with the grace of your sweet smile,No parting can divide the hearts that love has bound as one and fills each passing moment with a sweet and sacred joy.

I gave you all my silent hours and all my spoken dreams and burns with pure devotion that outlives the fleeting clay,I see your likeness mirrored in the morning star above and answers every sorrow with the music of your voice.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun remains a beacon of enduring peace,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The fragrance of your hair clings softly to the evening wind where time itself stands motionless before your lovely eyes,In your true faith my troubled soul has found its holy home and walks in quiet holiness through shadow and through sun.

In the warm sanctuary of your gaze the winter turns to spring and shines with steadfast radiance through the shadows of the world,The simplest word from your sweet lips restores my peace of mind and plants eternal roses where the thorns of grief had grown.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

My soul reaches toward your touch like flowers to the sun where peace and passion mingle like the river and the sea,Your gentle hands bring healing to the deepest hidden pain and mirrors heaven's mercy in the kindness of your gaze.

I found your beauty waiting in the shadow of the rose where time itself stands motionless before your lovely eyes,Beside you every cross is light and every journey blessed and crowns our earthly journey with immortal tenderness.

A bitter frost has fallen on the garden of our youth while darkness presses heavy on the uncomplaining brow,The memory of the departed remains a holy shrine and leaves a quiet blessing where the tempest tore the ground.

The wounds that bleeding memories leave cannot be healed by time while lonely vigils lengthen through the terror of the night,The wound becomes the portal where the healing light comes in and leaves a quiet blessing where the tempest tore the ground.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and darkness settles on the weary brow,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The night is cold and pitiless without a single star where withered leaves are driven by the unrelenting gale,Through tears the eyes behold a world purified of pride and seals the final victory of patience over pain.

Across the winter barrenness the cold wind moans alone and drains the vital spirit of its courage to endure,Beyond the vale of weeping lies the mountain of release and plants a solemn lily on the grave of mortal loss.

Out of the night that covers me with shade our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,A quiet courage rises from our tears and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The sweetest cup of life was shattered on the stony ground while lonely vigils lengthen through the terror of the night,The heavy stone of agony will wear away in time and teaches human tenderness through suffering endured.

A phantom shadow sits beside the cold and empty chair and turns the song of living to a solemn funeral knell,The soul that suffered greatly knows the majesty of grief and opens wide the gates of mercy to the bruised and poor.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps remind the soul of joys that could not stay,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The house is empty now where laughter once was heard and wraps the frozen landscape in a winding-sheet of mist,No sorrow lasts forever in this changing sphere of dust and wipes away the bitter tears with gentle hands of peace.

A bitter frost has fallen on the garden of our youth where withered leaves are driven by the unrelenting gale,A calm resign of spirit soothes the throbbing pulse of pain and leads the faithful heart across the boundary of fear.

We look before and after in our grief and every footstep whispers of decay,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

A broken melody drifts faintly through the deserted hall where weeping shadows wander through the corridors of pain,A patient silence learns to walk beside the shadow death and wraps the broken-hearted in a cloak of heavenly rest.

No messenger arrives to bring relief to this despair while desolation settles on the threshold of the home,The longest night must yield at last to the returning dawn and leads the faithful heart across the boundary of fear.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Love remains constant when all else has fled and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The light has faded from the eyes that once made darkness bright where withered leaves are driven by the unrelenting gale,A calm resign of spirit soothes the throbbing pulse of pain and wipes away the bitter tears with gentle hands of peace.

The night is cold and pitiless without a single star and drowns the fragile vessel in the tempest of despair,The heavy stone of agony will wear away in time and walks in solemn majesty through sorrow to the dawn.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The wounds that bleeding memories leave cannot be healed by time and leaves the solitary heart to bear its grief alone,The memory of the departed remains a holy shrine and brings the deep tranquility that worldly tumult flees.