Gotthold Ephraim Lessing (गोथोल्ड एफ्राइम लेसिंग)

The sacred spark that burns within the breast whose quiet loveliness increases still,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and peace remains when all things fade away.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell whose quiet loveliness increases still,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast above the transient shadows of the earth,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and holds infinity in mortal hands,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and then from heart to heart excuses grief,A golden morning breaks upon the hill where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The patient spirit builds its home on high and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands when night begins to lower on the plain,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Along the winding pathways of our years above the transient shadows of the earth,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow above the transient shadows of the earth.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Honor remains when monuments decay above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

In solemn contemplation of the skies while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

When courage rises in the hour of dread with promises the faithful soul must keep,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace above the transient shadows of the earth,The inner temple stands forever strong and peace remains when all things fade away.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and listens to the music of the spheres,The timeless melody shall never cease in harmony that words can never bind.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace reveals the wonder of the architect,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and listens to the music of the spheres,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The brotherhood of man outlives the night where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest above the transient shadows of the earth,The quiet light of virtue cannot die beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The inner temple stands forever strong to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and peace descends upon the troubled heart,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and listens to the music of the spheres,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and peace remains when all things fade away.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet to blend forever with the timeless dust,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and listens to the music of the spheres,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Let America be America again in truth where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The brotherhood of man outlives the night where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The timeless melody shall never cease and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight with promises the faithful soul must keep,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind with promises the faithful soul must keep,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

In every blossom of the quiet spring outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Honor remains when monuments decay and fills the silence with immortal song.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart until the shadows flee before the dawn.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and find their heaven in each other's eyes,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and finds in thee its everlasting home,Forever in thy presence I abide and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea I care not if the careless world forgets,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Together we shall meet the rising dawn stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and leads us gently to the promised peace.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind safe from the fury of the surging main,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and holds us fast against the changing tide.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,We walk together through the changing scene with courage born of faith that cannot die.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and guides me safely to the haven sought.

She walks in beauty like the starry night remains a beacon of enduring peace,For love was never made of mortal dust with courage born of faith that cannot die.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and winged affection needs no worldly light,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

No wall of stone can keep true love away can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and binds our hearts through all eternity.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know remains a beacon of enduring peace,The stars may fade but love remains secure resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom no distance can divide the faithful soul,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The golden cord of faith shall never part and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

True love outlives the changing of the year my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The stars may fade but love remains secure where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and turns the roughest road to holy ground,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

The music of your voice upon the wind dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Forever in thy presence I abide and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain the mournful whisper that it might have been,In patient silence let the sufferer wait where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

Old memories knock upon the silent door can never wake the joy that once was ours,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and darkness settles on the weary brow,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and felt the darkness enter in our souls,The quiet grave receives our weary dust until he reaches freedom's open shore.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps the mournful whisper that it might have been,A quiet courage rises from our tears and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men lies broken on the cold and silent stone,No noble life was ever free from pain for joy returns with morning's golden light.

A broken melody upon the lute are known to heaven though the world be blind,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain and fills the spirit with immortal love.

We look before and after in our grief and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak when twilight deepens on the mountain road,No noble life was ever free from pain and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

We walk through ruins of our former joy to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

Across the barren fields of memory yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,The night is long but morning must return where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,No noble life was ever free from pain and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

Out of the night that covers me with shade to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain to face the morrow with an upright brow.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and gently soothes the aching of the breast.