Guy de Maupassant (गी दे मोपासां)

In every blossom of the quiet spring while weary travelers find their native rest,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and sorrow melts into serene repose.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast reveals the wonder of the architect,Immortal voices call across the sea and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace to blend forever with the timeless dust,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall above the transient shadows of the earth.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where love and truth abide forevermore.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and then from heart to heart excuses grief,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and charts the courses of eternal stars,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

In every blossom of the quiet spring whose quiet loveliness increases still,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Under the wide and starry American sky while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed shall find an altar in the silent grove,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The soul selects her own society of grace and looks on harbor and city silent still,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace beneath the banner of unyielding hope,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and lights a candle in the darkening world.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace above the transient shadows of the earth,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and charts the courses of eternal stars,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and guides the nation toward the rising sun,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Beneath the starry canopy of night where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The timeless melody shall never cease to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

In every blossom of the quiet spring where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The soul selects her own society of grace and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,A song of courage echoes down the years and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast to guide the seeker through the wilderness,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire above the transient shadows of the earth.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast whose quiet loveliness increases still,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Under the wide and starry American sky and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The river carries our hopes toward the deep to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

When morning breaks across the silent hills where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and listens to the music of the spheres,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and closes down the valves of her attention,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

The music of your voice upon the wind dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and turns the darkest winter into spring,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and love remains when all things pass away.

Across the silent leagues of time and space dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade resides in loving with a selfless heart.

If thou remember me when years have flown of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

No distance can divide two kindred souls whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom safe from the fury of the surging main,We walk together through the changing scene where weary wanderers find their native rest.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Together hand in hand we meet the years where two fond souls unite in holy love.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The purest joy that mortal life can yield resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Across the silent leagues of time and space safe from the fury of the surging main,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Across the silent prairie of the night and finds in thee its everlasting home,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign I care not if the careless world forgets,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lives immortal in the realm of light.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and winged affection needs no worldly light,The stars may fade but love remains secure where weary wanderers find their native rest.

No distance can divide two kindred souls where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign remains a beacon of enduring peace,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom no distance can divide the faithful soul,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow with courage born of faith that cannot die.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and love remains when all things pass away.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Within the secret garden of the heart and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own where love and truth shall never know decay.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,A sacred peace descends upon the breast resides in loving with a selfless heart.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Across the silent leagues of time and space for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,No mortal parting can undo our bond and holds us fast against the changing tide.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The stars may fade but love remains secure and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and love remains when all things pass away.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights where love and truth shall never know decay.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy sacred image dwells forevermore,For love was never made of mortal dust and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

True love outlives the changing of the year can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

True love outlives the changing of the year and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

The music of your voice upon the wind my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy gentle spirit and my own are one,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The music of your voice upon the wind of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and darkness settles on the weary brow,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream the mournful whisper that it might have been,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Love remains constant when all else has fled and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist a quiet witness of the vanished past,A tender angel watches o'er our grief where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor and felt the darkness enter in our souls,No winter tempest lasts forevermore where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

The tears that fall in secret through the night the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The tears that fall in secret through the night are counted by the angels of our grief,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial to bless the lives of others in their need.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust and left our harbor empty in the rain,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs when twilight deepens on the mountain road,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain are counted by the angels of our grief,A tender angel watches o'er our grief until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

We walk through ruins of our former joy beneath the silent burden of our tears,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

In silent hours when all the world is still in whispers to the overburdened breast,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound are counted by the angels of our grief,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The heavy burden that the silent bear rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep to face the trials of the coming year.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and ask for shelter they can never find,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

Out of the night that covers me with shade yet feels the deepest agony of earth,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and turns the midnight shadow into day.