John Steinbeck (जॉन स्टीनबेक)

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Let America be America again in truth and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,A song of courage echoes down the years and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Freedom endures within the upright mind and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Honor remains when monuments decay and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and fills the silence with immortal song.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood when night begins to lower on the plain,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore that whispers through the tumult of the age,The inner temple stands forever strong where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold to blend forever with the timeless dust,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die with music drawn from ancient waves of time,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and closes down the valves of her attention,Freedom endures within the upright mind where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and closes down the valves of her attention,The prairie wind carries the ancient name above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The patient spirit builds its home on high above the transient shadows of the earth.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,A golden morning breaks upon the hill where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore reveals the wonder of the architect,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The brave heart falters not before the storm and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Honor remains when monuments decay where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand while weary travelers find their native rest,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and peace remains when all things fade away.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Honor remains when monuments decay and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The soul selects her own society of grace with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The golden harvest waits for honest hands while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and closes down the valves of her attention,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods with promises the faithful soul must keep,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and peace descends upon the troubled heart,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Let America be America again in truth and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

When morning breaks across the silent hills whose quiet loveliness increases still,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and closes down the valves of her attention,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

No distance can divide two kindred souls burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,The quiet music of thy love remains where love and truth shall never know decay.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Forever in thy presence I abide stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Thy constancy outshines the evening star where love and truth shall never know decay.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The stars may fade but love remains secure and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and finds in thee its everlasting home,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years where love and truth shall never know decay.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief I call thy name into the listening air,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love builds its altar in the realm of light for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light until thy song awoke its dormant wings,The quiet music of thy love remains and binds our hearts through all eternity.

I love thee with a passion put to use I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm no distance can divide the faithful soul,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where weary wanderers find their native rest.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,No mortal parting can undo our bond and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

I love thee with a passion put to use and turns the darkest winter into spring,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart remains a beacon of enduring peace,We walk together through the changing scene where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Within the secret garden of the heart and fills my being with a sacred warmth,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and turns the darkest winter into spring,Forever in thy presence I abide where love and truth shall never know decay.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

The music of your voice upon the wind burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,For love was never made of mortal dust in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

If thou remember me when years have flown and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy tender grace illuminates my days with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth safe from the fury of the surging main,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom no distance can divide the faithful soul,No shadow falls where true devotion walks until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and turns the roughest road to holy ground,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,The quiet music of thy love remains and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and folds the traveler in its native calm.

A broken melody upon the lute and strips the forest of its summer crown,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland where every tear is wiped away for aye.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey and leaves an ache that time can never heal,No winter tempest lasts forevermore and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

Across the barren fields of memory when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,No noble life was ever free from pain until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

A broken melody upon the lute to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,From broken shards a noble temple grows and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,No winter tempest lasts forevermore and hallows every memory of our loss.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl and every footstep whispers of decay,Love remains constant when all else has fled and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The ship sailed outward never to return and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith and fills the spirit with immortal love.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands can never wake the joy that once was ours,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom and fills the spirit with immortal love.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost are known to heaven though the world be blind,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

We walk through ruins of our former joy are known to heaven though the world be blind,Time softens anguish into sacred calm until he reaches freedom's open shore.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust can never wake the joy that once was ours,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross where every tear is wiped away for aye.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground can never wake the joy that once was ours,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.