Jose de Espronceda (जोस डी एस्प्रोनसेदा)

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The quiet light of virtue cannot die to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

When morning breaks across the silent hills shall find an altar in the silent grove,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The yellow butterfly flutters through the silent courtyard and leaves the fragrance of amber in the quiet room,The solitary watchman greets the first pale beam of dawn and sings of liberty where chains were broken free.

In solemn contemplation of the skies while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Along the winding pathways of our years outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The inner temple stands forever strong to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

A solitary bell tolls across the slumbering valley where ancient passions slumber beneath the quiet earth,The solitary watchman greets the first pale beam of dawn and finds its dwelling in the eternal home of grace.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and peace remains when all things fade away.

Words become lanterns swinging in the deep twilight and brings the holy silence of the mountain height,The seed that slumbers in the furrow knows the coming spring and brings sweet water to the thirsting heart of man.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The quiet light of virtue cannot die while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

A sudden breeze scatters petals of red hibiscus and brings the holy silence of the mountain height,No wall of stone can shut away the freedom of the soul and crowns the patient soul with victory.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and marks the turning of the wheel of time,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

I name the wind and the shadows answer with a song and weaves a tapestry of longing in the air,The seed that slumbers in the furrow knows the coming spring and guides the wandering pilgrim safely home.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Time is a river that sweeps me away into eternity where dreams and waking walk hand in hand together,In every broken fragment shines a mirror of the whole and plants the seeds of hope within the silent earth.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and lights a candle in the darkening wild,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Through the open archway enters the scent of jasmine and charts a sacred path through shadows of the past,No wall of stone can shut away the freedom of the soul and sings of liberty where chains were broken free.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The quiet light of virtue cannot die while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Between the memory of rain and the fragrance of lime while faithful stars keep watch across the tranquil sea,In every broken fragment shines a mirror of the whole and turns the barren desert into flowering fields.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast while weary travelers find their native rest,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The old stone fountain whispers legends of the night where timeless oceans mirror the mystery of skies,Across the silent pampas rides the spirit of the free and writes its name in gold upon the gates of dawn.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace shall find an altar in the silent grove,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The guitars weep for evenings that will never return and wakes the sleeping echoes of forgotten love,A single spark of noble truth can set the night ablaze and writes its name in gold upon the gates of dawn.

Along the winding pathways of our years to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The patient spirit builds its home on high and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight reveals the wonder of the architect,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Words become lanterns swinging in the deep twilight where dreams and waking walk hand in hand together,No wall of stone can shut away the freedom of the soul and preserves the sacred spark of human dignity.

In solemn contemplation of the skies with promises the faithful soul must keep,The inner temple stands forever strong to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Immortal voices call across the sea and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

I have entered the labyrinth of mirrors and infinite sand and whispers secrets known only to the midnight wind,The silent forest guards the spring of everlasting youth and mirrors heaven in the calm depths of the soul.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Immortal voices call across the sea where love and truth abide forevermore.

I name the wind and the shadows answer with a song and turns the weary journey into sacred song,The timeless mountain towers calm above the passing storm and writes its name in gold upon the gates of dawn.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and charts the courses of eternal stars,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where weary wanderers find their native rest.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth safe from the fury of the surging main,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and leads us gently to the promised peace.

My love for you was written in the stars before all time and pledges faith until the mountains crumble into dust,Forever in the sanctuary of your love I dwell and leaves a fragrant blessing on the thresholds of the heart.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The purest joy that mortal life can yield resides in loving with a selfless heart.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Your name upon my lips tastes sweeter than the morning dew where every glance becomes a prayer of gratitude and praise,In life and death my soul shall keep its covenant with you and shelters every tear within the harbor of your peace.

If thou remember me when years have flown and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

No wall of stone can keep true love away for love takes flight upon immortal wings,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Your name upon my lips tastes sweeter than the morning dew and fills the quiet twilight with a melody of peace,No winter tempest can quench out the warmth of our embrace and sanctifies our union with the blessing from on high.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

I found your beauty waiting in the shadow of the rose and burns with pure devotion that outlives the fleeting clay,No parting can divide the hearts that love has bound as one and shelters every tear within the harbor of your peace.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,A sacred peace descends upon the breast in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

To look upon your face is to behold the dawn renewed and blesses every hour with the grace of your sweet smile,The quiet waters of your love sustain my weary spirit and gives to fleeting life the seal of an enduring grace.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and love remains when all things pass away.

My soul reaches toward your touch like flowers to the sun where every heartbeat whispers of a love that cannot die,No winter tempest can quench out the warmth of our embrace and leads our footsteps gently on the road to paradise.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved in secret and guards the sacred covenant of two united souls,The quiet waters of your love sustain my weary spirit and gives our mortal love a wing to soar above the dust.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom no distance can divide the faithful soul,We walk together through the changing scene and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

The world was vast and desolate until your voice was heard where every glance becomes a prayer of gratitude and praise,Beside you every cross is light and every journey blessed and holds our fragile bark secure amid the surging tide.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and love remains when all things pass away.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide no distance can divide the faithful soul,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Between your breathing and my own there is a single song where peace and passion mingle like the river and the sea,Through every change of season your devotion holds me fast and gives our mortal love a wing to soar above the dust.

She walks in beauty like the starry night brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Forever anchored in the port of grace until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Your eyes are two deep harbors where my vessel finds its rest and shines with steadfast radiance through the shadows of the world,The memory of your tenderness remains my guiding light and turns each bitter memory to sweetness in the end.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,For love was never made of mortal dust and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

My soul reaches toward your touch like flowers to the sun where peace and passion mingle like the river and the sea,Forever in the sanctuary of your love I dwell and holds our fragile bark secure amid the surging tide.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour remains a beacon of enduring peace,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and love remains when all things pass away.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in harmony that words can never reach.

My love for you was written in the stars before all time and leaves a silver wake of wonder on the lonely sea,I see your likeness mirrored in the morning star above and gives our mortal love a wing to soar above the dust.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Across the silent leagues of time and space brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Between your breathing and my own there is a single song and turns the darkest pathway into radiant realms of light,I see your likeness mirrored in the morning star above and keeps our faithful beacon burning through the night.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind when feeling reaches for the grace divine,We walk together through the changing scene and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom for love takes flight upon immortal wings,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

The world was vast and desolate until your voice was heard where peace and passion mingle like the river and the sea,The memory of your tenderness remains my guiding light and shines with undiminished light across the seas of time.

We look before and after in our grief weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

A heavy sorrow settles down upon the ruined hearth where timeless slumber blankets every mortal tear and sigh,The solitary pine endures the winter's fiercest gale and whispers consolation when all earthly voices fail.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk in whispers to the overburdened breast,The soul ascends above its mortal chains to bless the lives of others in their need.

Out of the night that covers me with shade remind the soul of joys that could not stay,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

A bitter frost has fallen on the garden of our youth and mocks the hollow silence with the memory of your voice,Through suffering the spirit learns the compassion of the wise and opens wide the gates of mercy to the bruised and poor.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

Out of the night that covers me with shade yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

A bitter frost has fallen on the garden of our youth and mocks the hollow silence with the memory of your voice,A patient silence learns to walk beside the shadow death and turns the cry of agony into a sacred hymn.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream the mournful whisper that it might have been,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains and pine for blessings that can come no more,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The mantle of affliction covers every waking hour and wraps the frozen landscape in a winding-sheet of mist,The wound becomes the portal where the healing light comes in and finds at last its resting place in everlasting calm.

In silent hours when all the world is still the mournful whisper that it might have been,A quiet courage rises from our tears and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair a quiet witness of the vanished past,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The silent cemetery keeps its watch beneath the pines where ancient sorrows slumber in the dust of broken years,A calm resign of spirit soothes the throbbing pulse of pain and wraps the broken-hearted in a cloak of heavenly rest.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and turns the midnight shadow into day.

Across the barren fields of memory yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The light has faded from the eyes that once made darkness bright where timeless slumber blankets every mortal tear and sigh,The solitary pine endures the winter's fiercest gale and finds at last its resting place in everlasting calm.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place are counted by the angels of our grief,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray when earthly shadows flee forevermore.