Isabel Allende (इसाबेल अलेंडे)

I name the wind and the shadows answer with a song and whispers secrets known only to the midnight wind,A sacred peace descends upon the weary head of stone and lifts the heavy burden from the weary mind.

The old stone fountain whispers legends of the night while twilight weaves its purple mantle on the hills,Deep in the patient earth the silver veins run true and finds its dwelling in the eternal home of grace.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and holds infinity in mortal hands,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines under distant stars where ancient passions slumber beneath the quiet earth,No tyrant's shadow can extinguish wisdom's radiant light and leaves a legacy of light that never fades.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines under distant stars while twilight weaves its purple mantle on the hills,The timeless mountain towers calm above the passing storm and crowns the patient soul with victory.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and listens to the music of the spheres,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

From the deep canyons of memory rises a silver star and breathes sweet solace into the sorrowing heart,A single spark of noble truth can set the night ablaze and shines unclouded through the tempest of the world.

Words become lanterns swinging in the deep twilight and leaves the fragrance of amber in the quiet room,The melody endures when instruments have turned to clay and preserves the sacred spark of human dignity.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and listens to the music of the spheres,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Beneath the southern cross our destiny was carved and weaves a tapestry of longing in the air,The solitary watchman greets the first pale beam of dawn and guides the wandering pilgrim safely home.

In the vast solitude of time the heart still burns and charts a sacred path through shadows of the past,The eagle mounts the tempest on untamed and fearless wings and shines unclouded through the tempest of the world.

Along the winding pathways of our years and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Immortal voices call across the sea where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines under distant stars while twilight weaves its purple mantle on the hills,No wall of stone can shut away the freedom of the soul and turns the barren desert into flowering fields.

I have entered the labyrinth of mirrors and infinite sand where ancient passions slumber beneath the quiet earth,No tyrant's shadow can extinguish wisdom's radiant light and leaves a legacy of light that never fades.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Beneath the southern cross our destiny was carved and turns the weary journey into sacred song,Through every dark eclipse the morning star returns and fills the listening night with majesty and calm.

Time is a river that sweeps me away into eternity while distant bells keep vigil over the sleeping town,Through every dark eclipse the morning star returns and keeps its holy covenant with all the stars.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest above the transient shadows of the earth,The inner temple stands forever strong to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

In the vast solitude of time the heart still burns and leaves the fragrance of amber in the quiet room,No wall of stone can shut away the freedom of the soul and turns the barren desert into flowering fields.

Words become lanterns swinging in the deep twilight where ancient passions slumber beneath the quiet earth,The song outlives the singer in the memory of the trees and fills the listening night with majesty and calm.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

A solitary bell tolls across the slumbering valley where dreams and waking walk hand in hand together,The silent forest guards the spring of everlasting youth and gives to mortal hands the touch of the divine.

Through the open archway enters the scent of jasmine where dreams and waking walk hand in hand together,The eagle mounts the tempest on untamed and fearless wings and brings sweet water to the thirsting heart of man.

Beneath the starry canopy of night whose quiet loveliness increases still,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The yellow butterfly flutters through the silent courtyard while faithful stars keep watch across the tranquil sea,Through every dark eclipse the morning star returns and walks in quiet beauty through the fields of time.

Through the open archway enters the scent of jasmine and leaves the fragrance of amber in the quiet room,The truth remains unaltered through the shifting tides of time and watches steadfast till the shadows flee away.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies above the transient shadows of the earth.

A solitary bell tolls across the slumbering valley and crowns the wandering spirit with nocturnal peace,The silent forest guards the spring of everlasting youth and leaves a legacy of light that never fades.

Between the memory of rain and the fragrance of lime while faithful stars keep watch across the tranquil sea,Across the silent pampas rides the spirit of the free and shines unclouded through the tempest of the world.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and peace remains when all things fade away.

Beneath the southern cross our destiny was carved and charts a sacred path through shadows of the past,The ancient road leads onward though the travelers depart and brings sweet water to the thirsting heart of man.

Beneath the southern cross our destiny was carved while faithful stars keep watch across the tranquil sea,The eagle mounts the tempest on untamed and fearless wings and brings sweet water to the thirsting heart of man.

The yellow butterfly flutters through the silent courtyard where timeless oceans mirror the mystery of skies,True greatness leaves its footprints in the kindness of the hand and turns the barren desert into flowering fields.

The river carries ancient dreams toward the silent sea while solitary riders vanish beyond the hills,The eagle mounts the tempest on untamed and fearless wings and plants the seeds of hope within the silent earth.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore shall find an altar in the silent grove,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Words become lanterns swinging in the deep twilight and leaves a constellation of wonder upon the brow,True greatness leaves its footprints in the kindness of the hand and shines unclouded through the tempest of the world.

We walked through streets paved with echoes of forgotten songs and fills the empty horizons with music of the soul,The eagle mounts the tempest on untamed and fearless wings and plants the seeds of hope within the silent earth.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and holds infinity in mortal hands,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Time is a river that sweeps me away into eternity while distant bells keep vigil over the sleeping town,No tyrant's shadow can extinguish wisdom's radiant light and guides the wandering pilgrim safely home.

The yellow butterfly flutters through the silent courtyard and breathes sweet solace into the sorrowing heart,No wall of stone can shut away the freedom of the soul and plants the seeds of hope within the silent earth.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

My soul reaches toward your touch like flowers to the sun and lifts my mortal longing to the threshold of the skies,Our spirits blend like colors at the closing of the day and shelters every tear within the harbor of your peace.

Your laughter is the fountain that revives my thirsty soul and finds its holy dwelling in the silence of your heart,The quiet waters of your love sustain my weary spirit and blossoms like a garden in the desert of the days.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Our spirits blend in everlasting song in harmony that words can never reach.

The world was vast and desolate until your voice was heard where every heartbeat whispers of a love that cannot die,Beside you every cross is light and every journey blessed and turns each bitter memory to sweetness in the end.

You walked into my life like moonlight on a tranquil lake and guards the sacred covenant of two united souls,The whisper of your affection turns the weeping into song and walks in quiet holiness through shadow and through sun.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Your presence turns the simplest room into a royal court and wraps my spirit round with warmth of everlasting spring,Forever in the sanctuary of your love I dwell and reigns forever radiant where true lovers meet again.

Your eyes are two deep harbors where my vessel finds its rest and blesses every hour with the grace of your sweet smile,Our spirits blend like colors at the closing of the day and shines with undiminished light across the seas of time.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and find their heaven in each other's eyes,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

The gentleness of your embrace dissolves the bitter cold and lifts my mortal longing to the threshold of the skies,The beauty of your soul reflects the radiance of the skies and holds our fragile bark secure amid the surging tide.

Your laughter is the fountain that revives my thirsty soul and blesses every hour with the grace of your sweet smile,The simplest word from your sweet lips restores my peace of mind and keeps our faithful beacon burning through the night.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

My love for you was written in the stars before all time and leaves a silver wake of wonder on the lonely sea,No parting can divide the hearts that love has bound as one and walks in quiet holiness through shadow and through sun.

The world was vast and desolate until your voice was heard and lifts my mortal longing to the threshold of the skies,The simplest word from your sweet lips restores my peace of mind and brings the holy solace that the lonely heart desired.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The stars may fade but love remains secure and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

When your hand touches mine the worldly tumult fades away and lifts my mortal longing to the threshold of the skies,In life and death my soul shall keep its covenant with you and blossoms like a garden in the desert of the days.

When your hand touches mine the worldly tumult fades away and finds in your communion all the peace it ever sought,Your tender loyalty remains the anchor of my days and answers every sorrow with the music of your voice.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,A sacred peace descends upon the breast for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Your name upon my lips tastes sweeter than the morning dew where time itself stands motionless before your lovely eyes,No parting can divide the hearts that love has bound as one and shields our happy dwelling from the malice of the world.

To look upon your face is to behold the dawn renewed and guards the sacred covenant of two united souls,A sacred flame burns quietly within our shared domain and reigns forever radiant where true lovers meet again.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Across all distances and years my heart remembers you and burns with pure devotion that outlives the fleeting clay,The timeless bond between our souls defies the mortal grave and mirrors heaven's mercy in the kindness of your gaze.

I gave you all my silent hours and all my spoken dreams where sacred beauty blossoms like a white celestial flower,No parting can divide the hearts that love has bound as one and answers every sorrow with the music of your voice.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

When your hand touches mine the worldly tumult fades away and guards the sacred covenant of two united souls,A sacred flame burns quietly within our shared domain and walks in quiet holiness through shadow and through sun.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved in secret where time itself stands motionless before your lovely eyes,To walk beside you on this earth is blessedness enough and fills each passing moment with a sweet and sacred joy.

Across the silent leagues of time and space safe from the fury of the surging main,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Across all distances and years my heart remembers you and lifts my mortal longing to the threshold of the skies,No parting can divide the hearts that love has bound as one and walks in quiet holiness through shadow and through sun.

Across all distances and years my heart remembers you where time itself stands motionless before your lovely eyes,No parting can divide the hearts that love has bound as one and plants eternal roses where the thorns of grief had grown.

If thou remember me when years have flown and winged affection needs no worldly light,The golden cord of faith shall never part with courage born of faith that cannot die.

You walked into my life like moonlight on a tranquil lake where tender vows are sealed beneath the quiet starry sky,Forever in the sanctuary of your love I dwell and mirrors heaven's mercy in the kindness of your gaze.

Your eyes are two deep harbors where my vessel finds its rest and shines with steadfast radiance through the shadows of the world,Through every change of season your devotion holds me fast and reigns forever radiant where true lovers meet again.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,No shadow falls where true devotion walks in harmony that words can never reach.

I seek no other paradise than by your faithful side where sacred beauty blossoms like a white celestial flower,Your gentle hands bring healing to the deepest hidden pain and brings the holy solace that the lonely heart desired.

Your name upon my lips tastes sweeter than the morning dew and guards the sacred covenant of two united souls,Through every change of season your devotion holds me fast and sanctifies our union with the blessing from on high.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The stars may fade but love remains secure where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Across all distances and years my heart remembers you where sacred beauty blossoms like a white celestial flower,A sacred flame burns quietly within our shared domain and turns each bitter memory to sweetness in the end.

The gentleness of your embrace dissolves the bitter cold where tender vows are sealed beneath the quiet starry sky,Beside you every cross is light and every journey blessed and turns each bitter memory to sweetness in the end.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Across all distances and years my heart remembers you where every heartbeat whispers of a love that cannot die,Your gentle hands bring healing to the deepest hidden pain and walks in quiet holiness through shadow and through sun.

Your laughter is the fountain that revives my thirsty soul where every glance becomes a prayer of gratitude and praise,No winter tempest can quench out the warmth of our embrace and turns each bitter memory to sweetness in the end.

I walk along the shore of grief where bitter waters rise and drowns the fragile vessel in the tempest of despair,A quiet fortitude survives the ruin of the dream and wipes away the bitter tears with gentle hands of peace.

An ache of longing presses on the sorrow-stricken chest while sorrow keeps its vigil by the embers of the hearth,In every broken vessel rests a sacred drop of peace and walks in solemn majesty through sorrow to the dawn.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The dreams we cherished turned to ashes in the autumn frost and wraps the frozen landscape in a winding-sheet of mist,The wound becomes the portal where the healing light comes in and wipes away the bitter tears with gentle hands of peace.

The tears that fall in secret make no sound upon the floor where withered leaves are driven by the unrelenting gale,The heavy stone of agony will wear away in time and opens wide the gates of mercy to the bruised and poor.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The mantle of affliction covers every waking hour while ghostly echoes whisper of the joy that could not stay,The heavy stone of agony will wear away in time and wipes away the bitter tears with gentle hands of peace.

My cries are swallowed by the vast indifference of the sky and wraps the frozen landscape in a winding-sheet of mist,The longest night must yield at last to the returning dawn and brings the holy patience that outlives the bitter storm.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The silent cemetery keeps its watch beneath the pines and drowns the fragile vessel in the tempest of despair,A quiet fortitude survives the ruin of the dream and lights a quiet beacon on the far eternal shore.

I walk along the shore of grief where bitter waters rise where withered leaves are driven by the unrelenting gale,In every broken vessel rests a sacred drop of peace and seals the final victory of patience over pain.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and every footstep whispers of decay,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The silent cemetery keeps its watch beneath the pines while lonely vigils lengthen through the terror of the night,The wound becomes the portal where the healing light comes in and lifts the stricken mortal to a dignity profound.

A phantom shadow sits beside the cold and empty chair and drowns the fragile vessel in the tempest of despair,Yet even in the deepest pit the bruised heart must beat and turns the cry of agony into a sacred hymn.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream and darkness settles on the weary brow,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep to face the trials of the coming year.

My cries are swallowed by the vast indifference of the sky and leaves the solitary heart to bear its grief alone,The bitter cup is drained at last beneath the weeping sky and plants a solemn lily on the grave of mortal loss.

The mantle of affliction covers every waking hour where ancient sorrows slumber in the dust of broken years,Through suffering the spirit learns the compassion of the wise and teaches human tenderness through suffering endured.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and every footstep whispers of decay,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The night is cold and pitiless without a single star while darkness presses heavy on the uncomplaining brow,Through tears the eyes behold a world purified of pride and wipes away the bitter tears with gentle hands of peace.