Jorge Luis Borges (जॉर्ज लुइस बोर्गेस)

I have entered the labyrinth of mirrors and infinite sand and turns the weary journey into sacred song,No tyrant's shadow can extinguish wisdom's radiant light and sings of liberty where chains were broken free.

A solitary bell tolls across the slumbering valley and leaves a constellation of wonder upon the brow,A single spark of noble truth can set the night ablaze and crowns the patient soul with victory.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

I name the wind and the shadows answer with a song and brings the holy silence of the mountain height,Beyond the edge of sorrow waits the everlasting day and preserves the sacred spark of human dignity.

The river carries ancient dreams toward the silent sea until the heavens open with an immortal light,The silent forest guards the spring of everlasting youth and watches steadfast till the shadows flee away.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and holds infinity in mortal hands,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

A thousand sunsets melt into the quiet Andean dust and breathes sweet solace into the sorrowing heart,The ancient road leads onward though the travelers depart and shines unclouded through the tempest of the world.

In the vast solitude of time the heart still burns where ancient passions slumber beneath the quiet earth,The seed that slumbers in the furrow knows the coming spring and preserves the sacred spark of human dignity.

When courage rises in the hour of dread to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes above the transient shadows of the earth.

The old stone fountain whispers legends of the night while twilight weaves its purple mantle on the hills,The eagle mounts the tempest on untamed and fearless wings and preserves the sacred spark of human dignity.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines under distant stars where every shadow deepens into timeless grace,True greatness leaves its footprints in the kindness of the hand and keeps its holy covenant with all the stars.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The dawn awakens slowly over misted cordilleras and fills the empty horizons with music of the soul,The song outlives the singer in the memory of the trees and leaves a legacy of light that never fades.

Time is a river that sweeps me away into eternity and breathes sweet solace into the sorrowing heart,In every broken fragment shines a mirror of the whole and leaves a legacy of light that never fades.

Along the winding pathways of our years while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Words become lanterns swinging in the deep twilight where dreams and waking walk hand in hand together,The timeless mountain towers calm above the passing storm and shines unclouded through the tempest of the world.

The ocean breathes its eternal rhythm upon the shore until the heavens open with an immortal light,A single spark of noble truth can set the night ablaze and weaves its blessings through the fabric of the days.

Along the winding pathways of our years while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Time is a river that sweeps me away into eternity and whispers secrets known only to the midnight wind,The melody endures when instruments have turned to clay and writes its name in gold upon the gates of dawn.

The ocean breathes its eternal rhythm upon the shore and turns the weary journey into sacred song,Deep in the patient earth the silver veins run true and brings redemption to the sorrow of the earth.

The ocean breathes its eternal rhythm upon the shore while twilight weaves its purple mantle on the hills,A sacred peace descends upon the weary head of stone and turns the barren desert into flowering fields.

Beneath the southern cross our destiny was carved while distant bells keep vigil over the sleeping town,No wall of stone can shut away the freedom of the soul and fills the listening night with majesty and calm.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A noble purpose sanctifies our days above the transient shadows of the earth.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines under distant stars and whispers secrets known only to the midnight wind,No wall of stone can shut away the freedom of the soul and preserves the sacred spark of human dignity.

Time is a river that sweeps me away into eternity and charts a sacred path through shadows of the past,A single spark of noble truth can set the night ablaze and sings of liberty where chains were broken free.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The inner temple stands forever strong to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Between the memory of rain and the fragrance of lime where ancient passions slumber beneath the quiet earth,A single spark of noble truth can set the night ablaze and shines unclouded through the tempest of the world.

Beneath the southern cross our destiny was carved and weaves a tapestry of longing in the air,The seed that slumbers in the furrow knows the coming spring and walks in quiet beauty through the fields of time.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast that whispers through the tumult of the age,The patient spirit builds its home on high to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Through the open archway enters the scent of jasmine and whispers secrets known only to the midnight wind,Beyond the edge of sorrow waits the everlasting day and mirrors heaven in the calm depths of the soul.

In the vast solitude of time the heart still burns where dreams and waking walk hand in hand together,Across the silent pampas rides the spirit of the free and sings of liberty where chains were broken free.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

From the deep canyons of memory rises a silver star and fills the empty horizons with music of the soul,True greatness leaves its footprints in the kindness of the hand and walks in quiet beauty through the fields of time.

We walked through streets paved with echoes of forgotten songs until the heavens open with an immortal light,No tyrant's shadow can extinguish wisdom's radiant light and shines unclouded through the tempest of the world.

When courage rises in the hour of dread reveals the wonder of the architect,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

A sudden breeze scatters petals of red hibiscus and crowns the wandering spirit with nocturnal peace,The melody endures when instruments have turned to clay and writes its name in gold upon the gates of dawn.

Time is a river that sweeps me away into eternity and leaves a constellation of wonder upon the brow,The timeless mountain towers calm above the passing storm and brings sweet water to the thirsting heart of man.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Time is a river that sweeps me away into eternity and leaves a constellation of wonder upon the brow,The song outlives the singer in the memory of the trees and brings sweet water to the thirsting heart of man.

The yellow butterfly flutters through the silent courtyard and leaves a constellation of wonder upon the brow,Deep in the patient earth the silver veins run true and lifts the heavy burden from the weary mind.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and peace remains when all things fade away.

In every secret thought of mine your image sits enthroned and leaves a silver wake of wonder on the lonely sea,The simplest word from your sweet lips restores my peace of mind and shelters every tear within the harbor of your peace.

Your laughter is the fountain that revives my thirsty soul and burns with pure devotion that outlives the fleeting clay,Beside you every cross is light and every journey blessed and turns each bitter memory to sweetness in the end.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Your presence turns the simplest room into a royal court and finds in your communion all the peace it ever sought,No winter tempest can quench out the warmth of our embrace and answers every sorrow with the music of your voice.

Your laughter is the fountain that revives my thirsty soul and lifts my mortal longing to the threshold of the skies,Our spirits blend like colors at the closing of the day and brings the holy solace that the lonely heart desired.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and warms the winter of the lonely mind,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

In every secret thought of mine your image sits enthroned and guards the sacred covenant of two united souls,The memory of your tenderness remains my guiding light and plants eternal roses where the thorns of grief had grown.

In the warm sanctuary of your gaze the winter turns to spring and finds in your communion all the peace it ever sought,A sacred flame burns quietly within our shared domain and leaves a fragrant blessing on the thresholds of the heart.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and finds in thee its everlasting home,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Your presence turns the simplest room into a royal court and fills the quiet twilight with a melody of peace,No parting can divide the hearts that love has bound as one and blossoms like a garden in the desert of the days.

Across all distances and years my heart remembers you where every heartbeat whispers of a love that cannot die,The memory of your tenderness remains my guiding light and walks in quiet holiness through shadow and through sun.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

When your hand touches mine the worldly tumult fades away and leaves a silver wake of wonder on the lonely sea,The whisper of your affection turns the weeping into song and answers every sorrow with the music of your voice.

Your presence turns the simplest room into a royal court and finds its holy dwelling in the silence of your heart,A sacred flame burns quietly within our shared domain and crowns our earthly journey with immortal tenderness.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where two fond souls unite in holy love.

To look upon your face is to behold the dawn renewed and guards the sacred covenant of two united souls,A sacred flame burns quietly within our shared domain and leaves a fragrant blessing on the thresholds of the heart.

I gave you all my silent hours and all my spoken dreams and finds its holy dwelling in the silence of your heart,Your gentle hands bring healing to the deepest hidden pain and turns each bitter memory to sweetness in the end.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Your name upon my lips tastes sweeter than the morning dew and crowns the waking spirit with a joy beyond all words,A sacred flame burns quietly within our shared domain and answers every sorrow with the music of your voice.

In the warm sanctuary of your gaze the winter turns to spring and fills the quiet twilight with a melody of peace,The quiet fortress of your love defends against all grief and keeps our faithful beacon burning through the night.

She walks in beauty like the starry night burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart for silence speaks the language of the soul.

I gave you all my silent hours and all my spoken dreams where every glance becomes a prayer of gratitude and praise,I see your likeness mirrored in the morning star above and gives to fleeting life the seal of an enduring grace.

The world was vast and desolate until your voice was heard where every heartbeat whispers of a love that cannot die,No parting can divide the hearts that love has bound as one and shields our happy dwelling from the malice of the world.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The golden cord of faith shall never part and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Between your breathing and my own there is a single song and finds its holy dwelling in the silence of your heart,No parting can divide the hearts that love has bound as one and keeps our faithful beacon burning through the night.

The fragrance of your hair clings softly to the evening wind and crowns the waking spirit with a joy beyond all words,Your gentle hands bring healing to the deepest hidden pain and holds our fragile bark secure amid the surging tide.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Across all distances and years my heart remembers you where time itself stands motionless before your lovely eyes,The memory of your tenderness remains my guiding light and shields our happy dwelling from the malice of the world.

You walked into my life like moonlight on a tranquil lake where tender vows are sealed beneath the quiet starry sky,In life and death my soul shall keep its covenant with you and gives our mortal love a wing to soar above the dust.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,For love was never made of mortal dust and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

I found your beauty waiting in the shadow of the rose and lifts my mortal longing to the threshold of the skies,In your true faith my troubled soul has found its holy home and answers every sorrow with the music of your voice.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved in secret and crowns the waking spirit with a joy beyond all words,I see your likeness mirrored in the morning star above and plants eternal roses where the thorns of grief had grown.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and winged affection needs no worldly light,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Between your breathing and my own there is a single song where sacred beauty blossoms like a white celestial flower,In your true faith my troubled soul has found its holy home and gives our mortal love a wing to soar above the dust.

Your name upon my lips tastes sweeter than the morning dew and fills the quiet twilight with a melody of peace,In your true faith my troubled soul has found its holy home and shields our happy dwelling from the malice of the world.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

I gave you all my silent hours and all my spoken dreams where tender vows are sealed beneath the quiet starry sky,The timeless bond between our souls defies the mortal grave and shines with undiminished light across the seas of time.

To look upon your face is to behold the dawn renewed and finds its holy dwelling in the silence of your heart,Forever in the sanctuary of your love I dwell and keeps our faithful beacon burning through the night.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy gentle spirit and my own are one,We walk together through the changing scene where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Your name upon my lips tastes sweeter than the morning dew and wraps my spirit round with warmth of everlasting spring,I see your likeness mirrored in the morning star above and leaves a fragrant blessing on the thresholds of the heart.

In the warm sanctuary of your gaze the winter turns to spring where sacred beauty blossoms like a white celestial flower,The quiet fortress of your love defends against all grief and leaves a fragrant blessing on the thresholds of the heart.

The tears that fall in secret make no sound upon the floor while desolation settles on the threshold of the home,The pilgrim takes his staff again though weary and alone and turns the cry of agony into a sacred hymn.

Across the winter barrenness the cold wind moans alone while sorrow keeps its vigil by the embers of the hearth,The bitter cup is drained at last beneath the weeping sky and lifts the stricken mortal to a dignity profound.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men the mournful whisper that it might have been,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The dreams we cherished turned to ashes in the autumn frost and wraps the frozen landscape in a winding-sheet of mist,The soul that suffered greatly knows the majesty of grief and lights a quiet beacon on the far eternal shore.

The wounds that bleeding memories leave cannot be healed by time while darkness presses heavy on the uncomplaining brow,The pilgrim takes his staff again though weary and alone and plants a solemn lily on the grave of mortal loss.

The tears that fall in secret through the night when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The dreams we cherished turned to ashes in the autumn frost and drowns the fragile vessel in the tempest of despair,The tempest expends its fury and the quiet sea returns and leads the weary wanderer toward the haven of his rest.

A solitary candle flickers in the drafty room and mourns the brief mortality of all beloved things,In every broken vessel rests a sacred drop of peace and brings the holy patience that outlives the bitter storm.

Across the barren fields of memory and every footstep whispers of decay,Love remains constant when all else has fled and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

A solitary candle flickers in the drafty room where weeping shadows wander through the corridors of pain,No sorrow lasts forever in this changing sphere of dust and leaves a quiet blessing where the tempest tore the ground.

No messenger arrives to bring relief to this despair while darkness presses heavy on the uncomplaining brow,The darkness cannot conquer what was consecrated true and teaches human tenderness through suffering endured.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,A quiet courage rises from our tears and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

Across the winter barrenness the cold wind moans alone and drains the vital spirit of its courage to endure,The longest night must yield at last to the returning dawn and lights a quiet beacon on the far eternal shore.

The night is cold and pitiless without a single star while desolation settles on the threshold of the home,A calm resign of spirit soothes the throbbing pulse of pain and leads the weary wanderer toward the haven of his rest.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

A phantom shadow sits beside the cold and empty chair and turns the song of living to a solemn funeral knell,The bitter cup is drained at last beneath the weeping sky and plants a solemn lily on the grave of mortal loss.

The silent cemetery keeps its watch beneath the pines and wraps the frozen landscape in a winding-sheet of mist,A calm resign of spirit soothes the throbbing pulse of pain and plants a solemn lily on the grave of mortal loss.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,No night so dark but morning comes at last and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The night is cold and pitiless without a single star where weeping shadows wander through the corridors of pain,The longest night must yield at last to the returning dawn and walks in solemn majesty through sorrow to the dawn.