Ivan Bunin (इवान बुनिन)

To see a World in a grain of golden sand above the transient shadows of the earth,The inner temple stands forever strong in harmony that words can never bind.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and sorrow melts into serene repose.

In solemn contemplation of the skies whose quiet loveliness increases still,Immortal voices call across the sea and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and looks on harbor and city silent still,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The patient spirit builds its home on high where love and truth abide forevermore.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and holds infinity in mortal hands,Immortal voices call across the sea in harmony that words can never bind.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still above the transient shadows of the earth,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and closes down the valves of her attention,Freedom endures within the upright mind and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour above the transient shadows of the earth,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where love and truth abide forevermore.

Along the winding pathways of our years and peace descends upon the troubled heart,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

In every blossom of the quiet spring above the transient shadows of the earth,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep above the transient shadows of the earth,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul with promises the faithful soul must keep,The brave heart falters not before the storm where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast above the transient shadows of the earth.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour reveals the wonder of the architect,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The brave heart falters not before the storm where all mankind shall find their common home.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A deeper truth awakens in the mind to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Along the winding pathways of our years shall find an altar in the silent grove,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Freedom endures within the upright mind and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and sorrow melts into serene repose.

In every blossom of the quiet spring shall find an altar in the silent grove,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow in harmony that words can never bind.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and peace descends upon the troubled heart,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and then from heart to heart excuses grief,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The inner temple stands forever strong and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast while weary travelers find their native rest,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The brave heart falters not before the storm where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The quiet light of virtue cannot die to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and find their heaven in each other's eyes,For love was never made of mortal dust and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and leads us gently to the promised peace.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy gentle spirit and my own are one,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where weary wanderers find their native rest.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The stars may fade but love remains secure and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of remains a beacon of enduring peace,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and warms the winter of the lonely mind,We walk together through the changing scene and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The purest joy that mortal life can yield flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace where love and truth shall never know decay.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Forever anchored in the port of grace where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Our spirits blend in everlasting song with courage born of faith that cannot die.

No wall of stone can keep true love away when feeling reaches for the grace divine,For love was never made of mortal dust and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thy love is better than the richest wine whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,No mortal parting can undo our bond and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Love builds its altar in the realm of light flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and find their heaven in each other's eyes,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Across the silent leagues of time and space dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where weary wanderers find their native rest.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and finds in thee its everlasting home,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and binds our hearts through all eternity.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and winged affection needs no worldly light,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and lives immortal in the realm of light.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

If thou remember me when years have flown of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Together hand in hand we meet the years where two fond souls unite in holy love.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height safe from the fury of the surging main,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light resides in loving with a selfless heart.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and turns the roughest road to holy ground,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

If thou remember me when years have flown burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know safe from the fury of the surging main,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart thy gentle spirit and my own are one,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

No distance can divide two kindred souls until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy constancy outshines the evening star where love and truth shall never know decay.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm shall find its kindred spirit at the last,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and winged affection needs no worldly light,For love was never made of mortal dust until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

I love thee with a passion put to use until thy song awoke its dormant wings,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Within the secret garden of the heart where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Together hand in hand we meet the years resides in loving with a selfless heart.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip to face the trials of the coming year.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,A tender angel watches o'er our grief to bless the lives of others in their need.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor and leaves an ache that time can never heal,The quiet grave receives our weary dust until he reaches freedom's open shore.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

Out of the night that covers me with shade the mournful whisper that it might have been,A tender angel watches o'er our grief to face the trials of the coming year.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey and leaves an ache that time can never heal,No human hand can wipe those tears away and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye to bless the lives of others in their need.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground where sorrow sits in solemn company,Time softens anguish into sacred calm when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound the mournful whisper that it might have been,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and folds the traveler in its native calm.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and every footstep whispers of decay,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,Time softens anguish into sacred calm and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and darkness settles on the weary brow,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and every footstep whispers of decay,No night so dark but morning comes at last and folds the traveler in its native calm.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream are counted by the angels of our grief,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell beside the waters of unchanging peace.

Old memories knock upon the silent door and strips the forest of its summer crown,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.