Immanuel Kant (इमैनुएल कांट)

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Immortal voices call across the sea to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The patient spirit builds its home on high and peace remains when all things fade away.

Beneath the starry canopy of night above the transient shadows of the earth,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed whose quiet loveliness increases still,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

In solemn contemplation of the skies where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace whose quiet loveliness increases still,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die to blend forever with the timeless dust,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The inner temple stands forever strong in harmony that words can never bind.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where love and truth abide forevermore.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The brave heart falters not before the storm and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The patient spirit builds its home on high and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and holds infinity in mortal hands,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell reveals the wonder of the architect,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still when night begins to lower on the plain,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

In every blossom of the quiet spring where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and charts the courses of eternal stars,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and holds infinity in mortal hands,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The soul selects her own society of grace when night begins to lower on the plain,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore that whispers through the tumult of the age,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart in harmony that words can never bind.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well with promises the faithful soul must keep,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Immortal voices call across the sea and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace reveals the wonder of the architect,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and walked with silence through the sacred grove,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way reveals the wonder of the architect,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The timeless melody shall never cease above the transient shadows of the earth.

Along the winding pathways of our years and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Let America be America again in truth and looks on harbor and city silent still,Honor remains when monuments decay and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and charts the courses of eternal stars,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace reveals the wonder of the architect,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore that whispers through the tumult of the age,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

I hear America singing in the morning light where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way while weary travelers find their native rest,The timeless melody shall never cease and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart when feeling reaches for the grace divine,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The golden cord of faith shall never part with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea no distance can divide the faithful soul,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and leads us gently to the promised peace.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Across the silent prairie of the night and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and winged affection needs no worldly light,The golden cord of faith shall never part flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth I care not if the careless world forgets,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep thy grace descends upon my weary soul,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

No wall of stone can keep true love away I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth safe from the fury of the surging main,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and turns the roughest road to holy ground,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and finds in thee its everlasting home,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy tender grace illuminates my days in harmony that words can never reach.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and leads us gently to the promised peace.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and found it radiant in thy quiet face,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The golden cord of faith shall never part and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Our spirits blend in everlasting song for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,No mortal parting can undo our bond and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth with courage born of faith that cannot die.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and love remains when all things pass away.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour when feeling reaches for the grace divine,For love was never made of mortal dust in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign brings healing comfort to the listening ear,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,For love was never made of mortal dust and love remains when all things pass away.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul resides in loving with a selfless heart.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

I love thee with a passion put to use and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Forever in thy presence I abide where love and truth shall never know decay.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where weary wanderers find their native rest.

No wall of stone can keep true love away safe from the fury of the surging main,The stars may fade but love remains secure where two fond souls unite in holy love.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk the mournful whisper that it might have been,No noble life was ever free from pain and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,No noble life was ever free from pain and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove are known to heaven though the world be blind,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith and fills the spirit with immortal love.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs and darkness settles on the weary brow,Love remains constant when all else has fled and life awakens from the frozen ground.

In silent hours when all the world is still and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,No night so dark but morning comes at last where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,The night is long but morning must return and fills the spirit with immortal love.

Across the barren fields of memory yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray for joy returns with morning's golden light.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The heavy burden that the silent bear in whispers to the overburdened breast,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream and pine for blessings that can come no more,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

A broken melody upon the lute as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,Time softens anguish into sacred calm where neither grief nor parting enters in.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl yet feels the deepest agony of earth,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone where neither grief nor parting enters in.