Joachim du Bellay (जोआचिम दू बेले)

He who walks gently on the quiet earth to guide the seeker through the wilderness,A deeper truth awakens in the mind to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

When morning breaks across the silent hills shall find an altar in the silent grove,Immortal voices call across the sea where love and truth abide forevermore.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd beneath the banner of unyielding hope,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and peace descends upon the troubled heart,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

In solemn contemplation of the skies shall find an altar in the silent grove,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The brave heart falters not before the storm and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while weary travelers find their native rest,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and peace remains when all things fade away.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way above the transient shadows of the earth,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies above the transient shadows of the earth.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The timeless melody shall never cease where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands when night begins to lower on the plain,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high where all mankind shall find their common home.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul reveals the wonder of the architect,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand above the transient shadows of the earth.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The river carries our hopes toward the deep where all mankind shall find their common home.

In solemn contemplation of the skies while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The patient spirit builds its home on high and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and sorrow melts into serene repose.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and peace remains when all things fade away.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high where all mankind shall find their common home.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace above the transient shadows of the earth,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast in harmony that words can never bind.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still reveals the wonder of the architect,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and listens to the music of the spheres,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night above the transient shadows of the earth.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done to blend forever with the timeless dust,The golden harvest waits for honest hands above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and charts the courses of eternal stars,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour reveals the wonder of the architect,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The timeless melody shall never cease in harmony that words can never bind.

Let America be America again in truth and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,A song of courage echoes down the years to guide our children on the righteous path.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The golden harvest waits for those who toil above the transient shadows of the earth.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where love and truth abide forevermore.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Under the wide and starry American sky to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Immortal voices call across the sea while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow safe from the fury of the surging main,Two streams that mingle in a single tide in harmony that words can never reach.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade resides in loving with a selfless heart.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,The quiet music of thy love remains and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

She walks in beauty like the starry night I care not if the careless world forgets,The golden cord of faith shall never part and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind I care not if the careless world forgets,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

No wall of stone can keep true love away for love takes flight upon immortal wings,We walk together through the changing scene where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The golden cord of faith shall never part and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy gentle spirit and my own are one,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thy love is better than the richest wine whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

She walks in beauty like the starry night I care not if the careless world forgets,A sacred peace descends upon the breast until the shadows flee before the dawn.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

She walks in beauty like the starry night dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and holds us fast against the changing tide.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know I care not if the careless world forgets,We walk together through the changing scene and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

No distance can divide two kindred souls 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.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth I care not if the careless world forgets,The stars may fade but love remains secure and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

True love outlives the changing of the year and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Together hand in hand we meet the years in harmony that words can never reach.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and finds in thee its everlasting home,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and love remains when all things pass away.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul with courage born of faith that cannot die.

True love outlives the changing of the year my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and guides me safely to the haven sought.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Together hand in hand we meet the years where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where weary wanderers find their native rest.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy tender grace illuminates my days for silence speaks the language of the soul.

I love thee with a passion put to use until thy song awoke its dormant wings,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

If thou remember me when years have flown of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound though all the meadowlands be green with spring,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and pine for blessings that can come no more,The soul ascends above its mortal chains when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and left our harbor empty in the rain,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

We look before and after in our grief the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The heavy burden that the silent bear black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace where every tear is wiped away for aye.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and every footstep whispers of decay,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest for joy returns with morning's golden light.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,No winter tempest lasts forevermore to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs and every footstep whispers of decay,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream are counted by the angels of our grief,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and turns the midnight shadow into day.