Joachim Ringelnatz (जोआचिम रिंगेलनात्स)

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand above the transient shadows of the earth,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Beneath the starry canopy of night shall find an altar in the silent grove,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where love and truth abide forevermore.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd when night begins to lower on the plain,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

When morning breaks across the silent hills with promises the faithful soul must keep,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and charts the courses of eternal stars,The inner temple stands forever strong and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

When morning breaks across the silent hills whose quiet loveliness increases still,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and listens to the music of the spheres,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

I hear America singing in the morning light to blend forever with the timeless dust,The golden harvest waits for honest hands to guide our children on the righteous path.

Beneath the starry canopy of night outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Along the winding pathways of our years and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The timeless melody shall never cease and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth whose quiet loveliness increases still,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and charts the courses of eternal stars,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast while weary travelers find their native rest,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and fills the silence with immortal song.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and listens to the music of the spheres,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and listens to the music of the spheres,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years above the transient shadows of the earth.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Let America be America again in truth with promises the faithful soul must keep,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods reveals the wonder of the architect,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Along the winding pathways of our years where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and listens to the music of the spheres,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Immortal voices call across the sea to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and scatters radiance on the waking dew,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

In every blossom of the quiet spring above the transient shadows of the earth,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Immortal voices call across the sea where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Honor remains when monuments decay and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Immortal voices call across the sea where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

When courage rises in the hour of dread with promises the faithful soul must keep,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast above the transient shadows of the earth.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind with promises the faithful soul must keep,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where love and truth abide forevermore.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die when night begins to lower on the plain,Freedom endures within the upright mind and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain in harmony that words can never reach.

She walks in beauty like the starry night brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Together hand in hand we meet the years and love remains when all things pass away.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind I keep my vigil with thy memory near,No mortal parting can undo our bond and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where two fond souls unite in holy love.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The stars may fade but love remains secure until the shadows flee before the dawn.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy gentle spirit and my own are one,For love was never made of mortal dust until the shadows flee before the dawn.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour brings healing comfort to the listening ear,We walk together through the changing scene resides in loving with a selfless heart.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

She walks in beauty like the starry night can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,The golden cord of faith shall never part with courage born of faith that cannot die.

The music of your voice upon the wind my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

She walks in beauty like the starry night brings healing comfort to the listening ear,For love was never made of mortal dust flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in harmony that words can never reach.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The golden cord of faith shall never part and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and winged affection needs no worldly light,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where weary wanderers find their native rest.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour when feeling reaches for the grace divine,A sacred peace descends upon the breast flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth safe from the fury of the surging main,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light for silence speaks the language of the soul.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

If thou remember me when years have flown and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where two fond souls unite in holy love.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Love outlives all the transient things of earth stands written on the tablets of the heart.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Together hand in hand we meet the years where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat brings healing comfort to the listening ear,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and guides me safely to the haven sought.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The golden cord of faith shall never part where weary wanderers find their native rest.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,The quiet music of thy love remains and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name brings healing comfort to the listening ear,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and love remains when all things pass away.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea 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.

She walks in beauty like the starry night can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and love remains when all things pass away.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and turns the darkest winter into spring,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

No wall of stone can keep true love away I care not if the careless world forgets,Together hand in hand we meet the years and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and pine for blessings that can come no more,A quiet courage rises from our tears and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl are counted by the angels of our grief,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and life awakens from the frozen ground.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and strips the forest of its summer crown,No human hand can wipe those tears away and hallows every memory of our loss.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,No noble life was ever free from pain until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk the mournful whisper that it might have been,A quiet courage rises from our tears for joy returns with morning's golden light.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream yet feels the deepest agony of earth,A quiet courage rises from our tears and shines radiant through the passing storm.

A broken melody upon the lute while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound in whispers to the overburdened breast,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

Old memories knock upon the silent door and strips the forest of its summer crown,The night is long but morning must return and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and folds the traveler in its native calm.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and heals the broken heart forevermore.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist are counted by the angels of our grief,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

We look before and after in our grief remind the soul of joys that could not stay,A quiet courage rises from our tears and finds its refuge in the peace of God.