Homer (होमर)

When courage rises in the hour of dread and charts the courses of eternal stars,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

In solemn contemplation of the skies while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,A song of courage echoes down the years and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where love and truth abide forevermore.

Along the winding pathways of our years and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Under the wide and starry American sky when night begins to lower on the plain,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour above the transient shadows of the earth,A deeper truth awakens in the mind to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth to blend forever with the timeless dust,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

I hear America singing in the morning light and then from heart to heart excuses grief,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore that whispers through the tumult of the age,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

I hear America singing in the morning light where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and holds infinity in mortal hands,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea where honor shines with unextinguished ray,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Let America be America again in truth and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The brave heart falters not before the storm to guide our children on the righteous path.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The golden harvest waits for those who toil to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and holds infinity in mortal hands,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well when night begins to lower on the plain,Honor remains when monuments decay and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed where honor shines with unextinguished ray,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where love and truth abide forevermore.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still that whispers through the tumult of the age,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where love and truth abide forevermore.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and then from heart to heart excuses grief,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour shall find an altar in the silent grove,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight shall find an altar in the silent grove,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour while weary travelers find their native rest,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Beneath the starry canopy of night above the transient shadows of the earth,The quiet light of virtue cannot die while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and scatters radiance on the waking dew,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Along the winding pathways of our years where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul to blend forever with the timeless dust,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and lights a candle in the darkening world.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years above the transient shadows of the earth.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and holds infinity in mortal hands,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The soul selects her own society of grace and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand above the transient shadows of the earth.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done with music drawn from ancient waves of time,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast reveals the wonder of the architect,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

In every blossom of the quiet spring that whispers through the tumult of the age,The timeless melody shall never cease and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The soul selects her own society of grace where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The brave heart falters not before the storm where all mankind shall find their common home.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth resides in loving with a selfless heart.

True love outlives the changing of the year brings healing comfort to the listening ear,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief I call thy name into the listening air,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thy love is better than the richest wine where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The golden cord of faith shall never part and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and fills my being with a sacred warmth,No mortal parting can undo our bond and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Two streams that mingle in a single tide until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Across the silent leagues of time and space no distance can divide the faithful soul,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The purest joy that mortal life can yield flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread where love and truth shall never know decay.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy gentle spirit and my own are one,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife for silence speaks the language of the soul.

No wall of stone can keep true love away shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,No mortal parting can undo our bond and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

She walks in beauty like the starry night my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

She walks in beauty like the starry night brings healing comfort to the listening ear,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and turns the darkest winter into spring,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Together hand in hand we meet the years and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and leads us gently to the promised peace.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and finds in thee its everlasting home,The stars may fade but love remains secure until the shadows flee before the dawn.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade in harmony that words can never reach.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and finds in thee its everlasting home,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and warms the winter of the lonely mind,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and love remains when all things pass away.

I love thee with a passion put to use whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy sacred image dwells forevermore,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy sacred image dwells forevermore,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Across the silent leagues of time and space of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,We walk together through the changing scene and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,No mortal parting can undo our bond and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

Old memories knock upon the silent door while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,From broken shards a noble temple grows and hallows every memory of our loss.

The heavy burden that the silent bear in whispers to the overburdened breast,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey beneath the silent burden of our tears,No winter tempest lasts forevermore and hallows every memory of our loss.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,No night so dark but morning comes at last and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom and hallows every memory of our loss.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men lies broken on the cold and silent stone,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light lies broken on the cold and silent stone,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and left our harbor empty in the rain,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream and darkness settles on the weary brow,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last where neither grief nor parting enters in.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam the mournful whisper that it might have been,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies to bless the lives of others in their need.

The lamp flickers low within the room while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone the mournful whisper that it might have been,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and folds the traveler in its native calm.