John Bunyan (जॉन बनियन)

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,A noble purpose sanctifies our days in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where love and truth abide forevermore.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea reveals the wonder of the architect,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where love and truth abide forevermore.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed shall find an altar in the silent grove,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and peace remains when all things fade away.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and peace remains when all things fade away.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where love and truth abide forevermore.

When morning breaks across the silent hills to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The timeless melody shall never cease and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and charts the courses of eternal stars,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore with promises the faithful soul must keep,The inner temple stands forever strong and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Beneath the starry canopy of night where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The timeless melody shall never cease while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and holds infinity in mortal hands,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and holds infinity in mortal hands,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and peace remains when all things fade away.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea shall find an altar in the silent grove,The timeless melody shall never cease and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

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 to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where love and truth abide forevermore.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight with promises the faithful soul must keep,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while weary travelers find their native rest,Immortal voices call across the sea in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

When courage rises in the hour of dread reveals the wonder of the architect,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace reveals the wonder of the architect,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and charts the courses of eternal stars,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The inner temple stands forever strong to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When morning breaks across the silent hills while weary travelers find their native rest,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while weary travelers find their native rest,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods that whispers through the tumult of the age,The patient spirit builds its home on high and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea with promises the faithful soul must keep,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and listens to the music of the spheres,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Immortal voices call across the sea in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Immortal voices call across the sea and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

When morning breaks across the silent hills while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy tender grace illuminates my days until the shadows flee before the dawn.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Thy tender grace illuminates my days resides in loving with a selfless heart.

No wall of stone can keep true love away when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul with courage born of faith that cannot die.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Together hand in hand we meet the years until the shadows flee before the dawn.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign shall find its kindred spirit at the last,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where two fond souls unite in holy love.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Together hand in hand we meet the years and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,For love was never made of mortal dust and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

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 and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

True love outlives the changing of the year my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,In sweet communion soul with soul converses for silence speaks the language of the soul.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

No wall of stone can keep true love away for love takes flight upon immortal wings,No shadow falls where true devotion walks in harmony that words can never reach.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and leads us gently to the promised peace.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The purest joy that mortal life can yield in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy tender grace illuminates my days in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth safe from the fury of the surging main,Love builds its altar in the realm of light for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind I care not if the careless world forgets,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,A sacred peace descends upon the breast flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy sacred image dwells forevermore,We walk together through the changing scene and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

No wall of stone can keep true love away I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

She walks in beauty like the starry night for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth for silence speaks the language of the soul.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and finds in thee its everlasting home,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,A sacred peace descends upon the breast resides in loving with a selfless heart.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain in harmony that words can never reach.

The music of your voice upon the wind when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm I care not if the careless world forgets,A sacred peace descends upon the breast flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The golden cord of faith shall never part with courage born of faith that cannot die.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn safe from the fury of the surging main,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs and every footstep whispers of decay,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone and pine for blessings that can come no more,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

Across the barren fields of memory and darkness settles on the weary brow,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint for joy returns with morning's golden light.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,No noble life was ever free from pain and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and darkness settles on the weary brow,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

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 scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,No noble life was ever free from pain and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains and pine for blessings that can come no more,The soul ascends above its mortal chains to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and heals the broken heart forevermore.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and turns the midnight shadow into day.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair lies broken on the cold and silent stone,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray to bless the lives of others in their need.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist a quiet witness of the vanished past,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl and every footstep whispers of decay,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,No noble life was ever free from pain and every tear becomes a pearl of price.