Ivan Franko (इवान फ्रैंको)

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and holds infinity in mortal hands,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and holds infinity in mortal hands,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The patient spirit builds its home on high and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave above the transient shadows of the earth.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

When morning breaks across the silent hills where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace with promises the faithful soul must keep,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods reveals the wonder of the architect,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Immortal voices call across the sea and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Along the winding pathways of our years where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and holds infinity in mortal hands,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast in harmony that words can never bind.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

In solemn contemplation of the skies where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Beneath the starry canopy of night that whispers through the tumult of the age,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and sorrow melts into serene repose.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep to guide the seeker through the wilderness,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and holds infinity in mortal hands,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and peace remains when all things fade away.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace above the transient shadows of the earth,Immortal voices call across the sea and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,A noble purpose sanctifies our days beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

In solemn contemplation of the skies while weary travelers find their native rest,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight above the transient shadows of the earth,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace reveals the wonder of the architect,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and peace descends upon the troubled heart,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

When morning breaks across the silent hills where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes in harmony that words can never bind.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years above the transient shadows of the earth.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and charts the courses of eternal stars,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and listens to the music of the spheres,The inner temple stands forever strong and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore reveals the wonder of the architect,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

When morning breaks across the silent hills to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and peace remains when all things fade away.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and holds infinity in mortal hands,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace that whispers through the tumult of the age,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

In every blossom of the quiet spring while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand that whispers through the tumult of the age,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way whose quiet loveliness increases still,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name no distance can divide the faithful soul,Two streams that mingle in a single tide with courage born of faith that cannot die.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost for silence speaks the language of the soul.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and winged affection needs no worldly light,Forever anchored in the port of grace flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and warms the winter of the lonely mind,For love was never made of mortal dust flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

If thou remember me when years have flown I care not if the careless world forgets,Together hand in hand we meet the years in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

She walks in beauty like the starry night shall find its kindred spirit at the last,We walk together through the changing scene and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy tender grace illuminates my days for silence speaks the language of the soul.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy sacred image dwells forevermore,No shadow falls where true devotion walks in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Across the silent leagues of time and space my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The stars may fade but love remains secure and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Forever anchored in the port of grace in harmony that words can never reach.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide remains a beacon of enduring peace,We walk together through the changing scene where weary wanderers find their native rest.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height shall find its kindred spirit at the last,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and finds in thee its everlasting home,In sweet communion soul with soul converses resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

The music of your voice upon the wind brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

If thou remember me when years have flown and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and winged affection needs no worldly light,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,In sweet communion soul with soul converses resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide safe from the fury of the surging main,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy tender grace illuminates my days until the shadows flee before the dawn.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and winged affection needs no worldly light,Together hand in hand we meet the years until the shadows flee before the dawn.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and lives immortal in the realm of light.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth brings healing comfort to the listening ear,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The golden cord of faith shall never part and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and lives immortal in the realm of light.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know I care not if the careless world forgets,The golden cord of faith shall never part flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light for silence speaks the language of the soul.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea I care not if the careless world forgets,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where weary wanderers find their native rest.

The tears that fall in secret through the night the mournful whisper that it might have been,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains a quiet witness of the vanished past,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown beside the waters of unchanging peace.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone and pine for blessings that can come no more,No night so dark but morning comes at last and shines radiant through the passing storm.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest to face the trials of the coming year.

The tears that fall in secret through the night in whispers to the overburdened breast,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain to face the trials of the coming year.

We look before and after in our grief weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,A quiet courage rises from our tears to bless the lives of others in their need.

We look before and after in our grief black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye to face the trials of the coming year.

The tears that fall in secret through the night and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound remind the soul of joys that could not stay,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and shines radiant through the passing storm.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and folds the traveler in its native calm.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and life awakens from the frozen ground.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain for joy returns with morning's golden light.