Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (योहान वोल्फगांग वॉन गेटे)

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore with promises the faithful soul must keep,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

When morning breaks across the silent hills while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,A deeper truth awakens in the mind to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and lights a candle in the darkening world.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest while weary travelers find their native rest,Immortal voices call across the sea to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The soul selects her own society of grace to blend forever with the timeless dust,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where love and truth abide forevermore.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The inner temple stands forever strong to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The brotherhood of man outlives the night to guide our children on the righteous path.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

In solemn contemplation of the skies whose quiet loveliness increases still,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed whose quiet loveliness increases still,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and peace remains when all things fade away.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and charts the courses of eternal stars,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall in harmony that words can never bind.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn where all mankind shall find their common home.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast with promises the faithful soul must keep,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and listens to the music of the spheres,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while weary travelers find their native rest,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and sorrow melts into serene repose.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song when night begins to lower on the plain,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

When courage rises in the hour of dread while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The golden harvest waits for those who toil in harmony that words can never bind.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and scatters radiance on the waking dew,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where love and truth abide forevermore.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and fills the silence with immortal song.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Immortal voices call across the sea and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The inner temple stands forever strong and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and listens to the music of the spheres,The patient spirit builds its home on high and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood with promises the faithful soul must keep,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea reveals the wonder of the architect,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods that whispers through the tumult of the age,The patient spirit builds its home on high where love and truth abide forevermore.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood with promises the faithful soul must keep,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Along the winding pathways of our years and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years in harmony that words can never bind.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done to blend forever with the timeless dust,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The timeless melody shall never cease where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The soul selects her own society of grace and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,For love was never made of mortal dust where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Within the secret garden of the heart until thy song awoke its dormant wings,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

No wall of stone can keep true love away dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Forever anchored in the port of grace and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind until thy song awoke its dormant wings,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Across the silent leagues of time and space my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Within the secret garden of the heart and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth remains a beacon of enduring peace,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind I keep my vigil with thy memory near,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

If thou remember me when years have flown and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,We walk together through the changing scene and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and binds our hearts through all eternity.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

True love outlives the changing of the year for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thy love is better than the richest wine that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The stars may fade but love remains secure and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

True love outlives the changing of the year remains a beacon of enduring peace,No shadow falls where true devotion walks resides in loving with a selfless heart.

I love thee with a passion put to use I keep my vigil with thy memory near,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and turns the darkest winter into spring,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where weary wanderers find their native rest.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and turns the roughest road to holy ground,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The stars may fade but love remains secure and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Across the silent prairie of the night and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky stands written on the tablets of the heart.

If thou remember me when years have flown dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,For love was never made of mortal dust and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Within the secret garden of the heart and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Forever in thy presence I abide and holds us fast against the changing tide.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth remains a beacon of enduring peace,We walk together through the changing scene in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Forever anchored in the port of grace until the shadows flee before the dawn.

I love thee with a passion put to use and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and winged affection needs no worldly light,The golden cord of faith shall never part for silence speaks the language of the soul.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and every footstep whispers of decay,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The ship sailed outward never to return and ask for shelter they can never find,The night is long but morning must return and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,No noble life was ever free from pain and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam a quiet witness of the vanished past,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and folds the traveler in its native calm.

We walk through ruins of our former joy while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,The quiet grave receives our weary dust until he reaches freedom's open shore.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint for joy returns with morning's golden light.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough beneath the silent burden of our tears,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

Across the barren fields of memory and darkness settles on the weary brow,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands can never wake the joy that once was ours,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and count the treasures that we held in vain,Time softens anguish into sacred calm when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

The tears that fall in secret through the night a quiet witness of the vanished past,No noble life was ever free from pain and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist a quiet witness of the vanished past,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love beside the waters of unchanging peace.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone and every footstep whispers of decay,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and life awakens from the frozen ground.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and rises stronger from the bed of pain.