Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer (गुस्तावो अडोल्फ़ो बेकर)

The light that shines upon the mountain crest outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where love and truth abide forevermore.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night in harmony that words can never bind.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and charts the courses of eternal stars,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The soul selects her own society of grace where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and lights a candle in the darkening world.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,A deeper truth awakens in the mind beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where love and truth abide forevermore.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Immortal voices call across the sea to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and charts the courses of eternal stars,The inner temple stands forever strong where love and truth abide forevermore.

Along the winding pathways of our years reveals the wonder of the architect,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace reveals the wonder of the architect,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed where honor shines with unextinguished ray,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song beneath the banner of unyielding hope,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Beneath the starry canopy of night where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where love and truth abide forevermore.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and peace remains when all things fade away.

Under the wide and starry American sky where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

In solemn contemplation of the skies with promises the faithful soul must keep,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth that whispers through the tumult of the age,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well with music drawn from ancient waves of time,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight with promises the faithful soul must keep,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour with promises the faithful soul must keep,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and peace remains when all things fade away.

Let America be America again in truth and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight whose quiet loveliness increases still,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Beneath the starry canopy of night above the transient shadows of the earth,The inner temple stands forever strong and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace reveals the wonder of the architect,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Immortal voices call across the sea and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods with promises the faithful soul must keep,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Freedom endures within the upright mind and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

When courage rises in the hour of dread that whispers through the tumult of the age,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Beneath the starry canopy of night to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,In sweet communion soul with soul converses in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and warms the winter of the lonely mind,For love was never made of mortal dust and lives immortal in the realm of light.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and finds in thee its everlasting home,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Within the secret garden of the heart where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The stars may fade but love remains secure and love remains when all things pass away.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know I keep my vigil with thy memory near,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,A sacred peace descends upon the breast with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Forever anchored in the port of grace and leads us gently to the promised peace.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Forever anchored in the port of grace with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The golden cord of faith shall never part and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

If thou remember me when years have flown of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,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 warms the winter of the lonely mind,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

I love thee with a passion put to use and finds in thee its everlasting home,The quiet music of thy love remains and holds us fast against the changing tide.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The stars may fade but love remains secure with courage born of faith that cannot die.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name no distance can divide the faithful soul,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth no distance can divide the faithful soul,For love was never made of mortal dust flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

No distance can divide two kindred souls where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

The music of your voice upon the wind remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where weary wanderers find their native rest.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth for silence speaks the language of the soul.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,We walk together through the changing scene where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,The golden chord of devotion cannot break where love and truth shall never know decay.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The stars may fade but love remains secure and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Together hand in hand we meet the years with courage born of faith that cannot die.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and love remains when all things pass away.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,For love was never made of mortal dust and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,For love was never made of mortal dust and love remains when all things pass away.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The stars may fade but love remains secure and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and lives immortal in the realm of light.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart thy gentle spirit and my own are one,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thy love is better than the richest wine that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,The golden chord of devotion cannot break stands written on the tablets of the heart.

No wall of stone can keep true love away remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart until the shadows flee before the dawn.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps are counted by the angels of our grief,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light are counted by the angels of our grief,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak lies broken on the cold and silent stone,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and life awakens from the frozen ground.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word where sorrow sits in solemn company,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

We look before and after in our grief and every footstep whispers of decay,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love beside the waters of unchanging peace.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

Across the barren fields of memory the mournful whisper that it might have been,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground can never wake the joy that once was ours,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul where every tear is wiped away for aye.

The tears that fall in secret through the night weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and shines radiant through the passing storm.

Across the barren fields of memory in whispers to the overburdened breast,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

A broken melody upon the lute are known to heaven though the world be blind,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak in whispers to the overburdened breast,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and folds the traveler in its native calm.

We look before and after in our grief the mournful whisper that it might have been,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown to bless the lives of others in their need.

The lamp flickers low within the room recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,No winter tempest lasts forevermore and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

Out of the night that covers me with shade yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

Out of the night that covers me with shade and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The tears that fall in secret through the night and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain to guide the mourner to the realms of light.