Hermann Hesse (हरमन हेसे)

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The patient spirit builds its home on high where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest shall find an altar in the silent grove,Immortal voices call across the sea in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and closes down the valves of her attention,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods with promises the faithful soul must keep,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

In every blossom of the quiet spring where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The inner temple stands forever strong while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands to blend forever with the timeless dust,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and peace remains when all things fade away.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep where honor shines with unextinguished ray,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,A song of courage echoes down the years to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul to blend forever with the timeless dust,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

In every blossom of the quiet spring while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and charts the courses of eternal stars,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Under the wide and starry American sky and looks on harbor and city silent still,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep whose quiet loveliness increases still,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace in harmony that words can never bind.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace above the transient shadows of the earth.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all to blend forever with the timeless dust,Freedom endures within the upright mind and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

When courage rises in the hour of dread with promises the faithful soul must keep,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast that whispers through the tumult of the age,The inner temple stands forever strong and peace remains when all things fade away.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well with promises the faithful soul must keep,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and lights a candle in the darkening world.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest above the transient shadows of the earth,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The patient spirit builds its home on high and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well to blend forever with the timeless dust,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar to guide our children on the righteous path.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and listens to the music of the spheres,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The patient spirit builds its home on high where love and truth abide forevermore.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow I care not if the careless world forgets,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where two fond souls unite in holy love.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

No wall of stone can keep true love away can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and finds in thee its everlasting home,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

The music of your voice upon the wind no distance can divide the faithful soul,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

She walks in beauty like the starry night burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Forever anchored in the port of grace for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights where love and truth shall never know decay.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The stars may fade but love remains secure and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where two fond souls unite in holy love.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart in harmony that words can never reach.

Within the secret garden of the heart and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and find their heaven in each other's eyes,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign brings healing comfort to the listening ear,In sweet communion soul with soul converses resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and holds us fast against the changing tide.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The stars may fade but love remains secure in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and found it radiant in thy quiet face,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The golden cord of faith shall never part and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The stars may fade but love remains secure in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough thy grace descends upon my weary soul,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

True love outlives the changing of the year burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know I care not if the careless world forgets,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light for silence speaks the language of the soul.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief I call thy name into the listening air,No mortal parting can undo our bond where love and truth shall never know decay.

True love outlives the changing of the year remains a beacon of enduring peace,Forever anchored in the port of grace with courage born of faith that cannot die.

True love outlives the changing of the year and winged affection needs no worldly light,Together hand in hand we meet the years and love remains when all things pass away.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light I keep my vigil with thy memory near,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart shall find its kindred spirit at the last,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Within the secret garden of the heart and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth in harmony that words can never reach.

The music of your voice upon the wind my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Together hand in hand we meet the years and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know I keep my vigil with thy memory near,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns stands written on the tablets of the heart.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The golden cord of faith shall never part and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

True love outlives the changing of the year and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The tears that fall in secret through the night when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and heals the broken heart forevermore.

Old memories knock upon the silent door and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and folds the traveler in its native calm.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair though all the meadowlands be green with spring,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross to face the morrow with an upright brow.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The heavy burden that the silent bear our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

A broken melody upon the lute and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,No human hand can wipe those tears away to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The tears that fall in secret through the night and darkness settles on the weary brow,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire are known to heaven though the world be blind,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and life awakens from the frozen ground.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and left our harbor empty in the rain,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross and find in solitude its quiet strength.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame and pine for blessings that can come no more,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The tears that fall in secret through the night to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and every footstep whispers of decay,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and turns the midnight shadow into day.