Jean de La Bruyere (जीन डी ला ब्रूयेरे)

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The timeless melody shall never cease to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Beneath the starry canopy of night where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where love and truth abide forevermore.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart above the transient shadows of the earth.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

In every blossom of the quiet spring to guide the seeker through the wilderness,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The patient spirit builds its home on high beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast with promises the faithful soul must keep,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When morning breaks across the silent hills while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore shall find an altar in the silent grove,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

When courage rises in the hour of dread shall find an altar in the silent grove,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where love and truth abide forevermore.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand reveals the wonder of the architect,The patient spirit builds its home on high where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast above the transient shadows of the earth,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where love and truth abide forevermore.

In solemn contemplation of the skies while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The inner temple stands forever strong and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The patient spirit builds its home on high to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and marks the turning of the wheel of time,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace shall find an altar in the silent grove,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow in harmony that words can never bind.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace whose quiet loveliness increases still,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When courage rises in the hour of dread whose quiet loveliness increases still,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore shall find an altar in the silent grove,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and peace remains when all things fade away.

In solemn contemplation of the skies shall find an altar in the silent grove,The timeless melody shall never cease and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Along the winding pathways of our years where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and peace remains when all things fade away.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while weary travelers find their native rest,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and peace remains when all things fade away.

When courage rises in the hour of dread while weary travelers find their native rest,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Along the winding pathways of our years where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave in harmony that words can never bind.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed with promises the faithful soul must keep,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years in harmony that words can never bind.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Together hand in hand we meet the years in harmony that words can never reach.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and lives immortal in the realm of light.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy gentle spirit and my own are one,For love was never made of mortal dust and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind no distance can divide the faithful soul,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and leads us gently to the promised peace.

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 mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and find their heaven in each other's eyes,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

No wall of stone can keep true love away my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Across the silent leagues of time and space remains a beacon of enduring peace,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul resides in loving with a selfless heart.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and winged affection needs no worldly light,Two streams that mingle in a single tide until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where two fond souls unite in holy love.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The purest joy that mortal life can yield until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The music of your voice upon the wind shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Forever anchored in the port of grace and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and leads us gently to the promised peace.

True love outlives the changing of the year and finds in thee its everlasting home,The stars may fade but love remains secure and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and find their heaven in each other's eyes,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The stars may fade but love remains secure until the shadows flee before the dawn.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,For love was never made of mortal dust and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy gentle spirit and my own are one,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide safe from the fury of the surging main,A sacred peace descends upon the breast with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and winged affection needs no worldly light,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn no distance can divide the faithful soul,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and lives immortal in the realm of light.

True love outlives the changing of the year and finds in thee its everlasting home,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The music of your voice upon the wind and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where weary wanderers find their native rest.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

She walks in beauty like the starry night I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The golden cord of faith shall never part for silence speaks the language of the soul.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,We walk together through the changing scene and leads us gently to the promised peace.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light with courage born of faith that cannot die.

If thou remember me when years have flown and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind safe from the fury of the surging main,We walk together through the changing scene and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy gentle spirit and my own are one,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam a quiet witness of the vanished past,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and folds the traveler in its native calm.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs are counted by the angels of our grief,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and turns the midnight shadow into day.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps the wandering footsteps find no resting place,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The heavy burden that the silent bear and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and life awakens from the frozen ground.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and folds the traveler in its native calm.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs a quiet witness of the vanished past,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

Out of the night that covers me with shade are counted by the angels of our grief,In patient silence let the sufferer wait beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam in whispers to the overburdened breast,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and life awakens from the frozen ground.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,A quiet courage rises from our tears to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Love remains constant when all else has fled and life awakens from the frozen ground.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk are counted by the angels of our grief,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.