Jean-Jacques Rousseau (जाँ-जाक रूसो)

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour whose quiet loveliness increases still,Immortal voices call across the sea to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave above the transient shadows of the earth.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and guides the nation toward the rising sun,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea above the transient shadows of the earth,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and listens to the music of the spheres,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods while weary travelers find their native rest,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Along the winding pathways of our years where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand above the transient shadows of the earth,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die to blend forever with the timeless dust,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The timeless melody shall never cease to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When morning breaks across the silent hills to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

I hear America singing in the morning light while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn above the transient shadows of the earth.

The soul selects her own society of grace and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep with promises the faithful soul must keep,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace reveals the wonder of the architect,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Beneath the starry canopy of night while weary travelers find their native rest,A noble purpose sanctifies our days in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth reveals the wonder of the architect,The patient spirit builds its home on high where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood beneath the banner of unyielding hope,A song of courage echoes down the years and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand shall find an altar in the silent grove,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast above the transient shadows of the earth.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep shall find an altar in the silent grove,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide where all mankind shall find their common home.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and holds infinity in mortal hands,The inner temple stands forever strong and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years above the transient shadows of the earth.

Under the wide and starry American sky with promises the faithful soul must keep,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Along the winding pathways of our years to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where love and truth abide forevermore.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and marks the turning of the wheel of time,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire above the transient shadows of the earth.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand above the transient shadows of the earth,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Along the winding pathways of our years and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet with promises the faithful soul must keep,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where weary wanderers find their native rest.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

The music of your voice upon the wind brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow shall find its kindred spirit at the last,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thy love is better than the richest wine thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know brings healing comfort to the listening ear,We walk together through the changing scene and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Within the secret garden of the heart when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Across the silent leagues of time and space I care not if the careless world forgets,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Two streams that mingle in a single tide in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

The music of your voice upon the wind shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and guides me safely to the haven sought.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

True love outlives the changing of the year my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Together hand in hand we meet the years and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The golden cord of faith shall never part with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and warms the winter of the lonely mind,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and love remains when all things pass away.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

I love thee with a passion put to use and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Together we shall meet the rising dawn where love and truth shall never know decay.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of I care not if the careless world forgets,For love was never made of mortal dust and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun no distance can divide the faithful soul,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

No wall of stone can keep true love away shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

No wall of stone can keep true love away my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

True love outlives the changing of the year safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Across the silent prairie of the night and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The purest joy that mortal life can yield in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name brings healing comfort to the listening ear,For love was never made of mortal dust in harmony that words can never reach.

A single look from thee outshines the sun I keep my vigil with thy memory near,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and finds in thee its everlasting home,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Across the silent leagues of time and space my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The heavy burden that the silent bear the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and life awakens from the frozen ground.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps remind the soul of joys that could not stay,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye beside the waters of unchanging peace.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain can never wake the joy that once was ours,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul to face the morrow with an upright brow.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light remind the soul of joys that could not stay,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint to bless the lives of others in their need.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain are counted by the angels of our grief,No night so dark but morning comes at last and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough where sorrow sits in solemn company,No human hand can wipe those tears away until he reaches freedom's open shore.

In silent hours when all the world is still yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

In silent hours when all the world is still and every footstep whispers of decay,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

A broken melody upon the lute and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,The aching soul shall find its native rest when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar the mournful whisper that it might have been,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and strips the forest of its summer crown,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul and fills the spirit with immortal love.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,The quiet grave receives our weary dust where every tear is wiped away for aye.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl remind the soul of joys that could not stay,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.