Gautama Buddha (गौतम बुद्ध)

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace while weary travelers find their native rest,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The soul selects her own society of grace and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and charts the courses of eternal stars,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Freedom endures within the upright mind to guide our children on the righteous path.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind whose quiet loveliness increases still,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,A deeper truth awakens in the mind beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Let America be America again in truth while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and lights a candle in the darkening world.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest while weary travelers find their native rest,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart above the transient shadows of the earth.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A deeper truth awakens in the mind to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The timeless melody shall never cease where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and looks on harbor and city silent still,Freedom endures within the upright mind and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast that whispers through the tumult of the age,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and charts the courses of eternal stars,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight reveals the wonder of the architect,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore shall find an altar in the silent grove,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall above the transient shadows of the earth.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The brave heart falters not before the storm where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Immortal voices call across the sea and sorrow melts into serene repose.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The quiet light of virtue cannot die in harmony that words can never bind.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Immortal voices call across the sea and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way above the transient shadows of the earth,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and fills the silence with immortal song.

When courage rises in the hour of dread that whispers through the tumult of the age,Immortal voices call across the sea beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave above the transient shadows of the earth.

I hear America singing in the morning light and looks on harbor and city silent still,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way above the transient shadows of the earth,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and scatters radiance on the waking dew,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and listens to the music of the spheres,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd with promises the faithful soul must keep,Honor remains when monuments decay where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

No wall of stone can keep true love away brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Two streams that mingle in a single tide in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,No shadow falls where true devotion walks until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Together hand in hand we meet the years and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Forever anchored in the port of grace with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and found it radiant in thy quiet face,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and guides me safely to the haven sought.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and find their heaven in each other's eyes,A sacred peace descends upon the breast for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Forever anchored in the port of grace until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Within the secret garden of the heart and finds in thee its everlasting home,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Love builds its altar in the realm of light until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and find their heaven in each other's eyes,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost for silence speaks the language of the soul.

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 lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief until thy song awoke its dormant wings,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace where love and truth shall never know decay.

Across the silent leagues of time and space my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,We walk together through the changing scene where two fond souls unite in holy love.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth safe from the fury of the surging main,Forever anchored in the port of grace and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

No wall of stone can keep true love away safe from the fury of the surging main,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Love builds its altar in the realm of light resides in loving with a selfless heart.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

No wall of stone can keep true love away my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where two fond souls unite in holy love.

The music of your voice upon the wind for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The golden cord of faith shall never part and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The stars may fade but love remains secure where two fond souls unite in holy love.

True love outlives the changing of the year and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love builds its altar in the realm of light in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf I call thy name into the listening air,The quiet music of thy love remains and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love builds its altar in the realm of light for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Across the silent leagues of time and space brings healing comfort to the listening ear,We walk together through the changing scene where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind remains a beacon of enduring peace,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and turns the darkest winter into spring,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Across the barren fields of memory black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray to bless the lives of others in their need.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,The aching soul shall find its native rest and hallows every memory of our loss.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night for joy returns with morning's golden light.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and life awakens from the frozen ground.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and sings of absence to the empty sky,No human hand can wipe those tears away and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and darkness settles on the weary brow,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,No night so dark but morning comes at last and turns the midnight shadow into day.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell to bless the lives of others in their need.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and felt the darkness enter in our souls,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring to face the trials of the coming year.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled yet feels the deepest agony of earth,No night so dark but morning comes at last where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs lies broken on the cold and silent stone,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain to bless the lives of others in their need.

In silent hours when all the world is still to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled remind the soul of joys that could not stay,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint to face the trials of the coming year.