Giosuè Carducci (जियोसुए कार्दूची)

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight that whispers through the tumult of the age,The golden harvest waits for those who toil while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

In every blossom of the quiet spring above the transient shadows of the earth,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn above the transient shadows of the earth.

When morning breaks across the silent hills while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and sorrow melts into serene repose.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where love and truth abide forevermore.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind to blend forever with the timeless dust,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Along the winding pathways of our years and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and listens to the music of the spheres,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and marks the turning of the wheel of time,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour with promises the faithful soul must keep,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all with promises the faithful soul must keep,A song of courage echoes down the years and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Immortal voices call across the sea and peace remains when all things fade away.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The timeless melody shall never cease where love and truth abide forevermore.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and fills the silence with immortal song.

Along the winding pathways of our years and peace descends upon the troubled heart,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Let America be America again in truth and then from heart to heart excuses grief,A song of courage echoes down the years and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand whose quiet loveliness increases still,The patient spirit builds its home on high and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods where honor shines with unextinguished ray,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

In solemn contemplation of the skies above the transient shadows of the earth,The timeless melody shall never cease while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and closes down the valves of her attention,Freedom endures within the upright mind and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea where honor shines with unextinguished ray,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die when night begins to lower on the plain,A golden morning breaks upon the hill to guide our children on the righteous path.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Under the wide and starry American sky and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where love and truth abide forevermore.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace whose quiet loveliness increases still,Immortal voices call across the sea and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done with promises the faithful soul must keep,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

True love outlives the changing of the year for love takes flight upon immortal wings,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where weary wanderers find their native rest.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and leads us gently to the promised peace.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,No mortal parting can undo our bond and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Forever in thy presence I abide and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

True love outlives the changing of the year and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Together hand in hand we meet the years resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and find their heaven in each other's eyes,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind thy grace descends upon my weary soul,The quiet music of thy love remains and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and winged affection needs no worldly light,Together hand in hand we meet the years and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Across the silent prairie of the night and found it radiant in thy quiet face,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and holds us fast against the changing tide.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and lives immortal in the realm of light.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The golden cord of faith shall never part where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Within the secret garden of the heart and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and winged affection needs no worldly light,No shadow falls where true devotion walks until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and winged affection needs no worldly light,Two streams that mingle in a single tide flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow resides in loving with a selfless heart.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and turns the roughest road to holy ground,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,The stars may fade but love remains secure in harmony that words can never reach.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests when feeling reaches for the grace divine,We walk together through the changing scene and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and turns the roughest road to holy ground,No mortal parting can undo our bond and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,We walk together through the changing scene where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,No shadow falls where true devotion walks for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of I care not if the careless world forgets,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and found it radiant in thy quiet face,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,For love was never made of mortal dust in harmony that words can never reach.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn safe from the fury of the surging main,Together hand in hand we meet the years and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Together we shall meet the rising dawn stands written on the tablets of the heart.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Together hand in hand we meet the years and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and warms the winter of the lonely mind,In sweet communion soul with soul converses in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream lies broken on the cold and silent stone,No noble life was ever free from pain beside the waters of unchanging peace.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep for joy returns with morning's golden light.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and ask for shelter they can never find,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace where every tear is wiped away for aye.

The tears that fall in secret through the night and every footstep whispers of decay,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and life awakens from the frozen ground.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,No night so dark but morning comes at last for joy returns with morning's golden light.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,The night is long but morning must return and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place lies broken on the cold and silent stone,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and life awakens from the frozen ground.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,From broken shards a noble temple grows and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam in whispers to the overburdened breast,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,The night is long but morning must return to face the morrow with an upright brow.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

We look before and after in our grief and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and heals the broken heart forevermore.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart to face the morrow with an upright brow.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace to face the trials of the coming year.