Juan Ramón Jiménez (जुआन रेमन जिमेनेज़)

Beneath the starry canopy of night and charts the courses of eternal stars,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and charts the courses of eternal stars,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Immortal voices call across the sea where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore whose quiet loveliness increases still,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire in harmony that words can never bind.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour that whispers through the tumult of the age,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

I hear America singing in the morning light and looks on harbor and city silent still,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand in harmony that words can never bind.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and closes down the valves of her attention,Honor remains when monuments decay where all mankind shall find their common home.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

In every blossom of the quiet spring while weary travelers find their native rest,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore with promises the faithful soul must keep,The patient spirit builds its home on high and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods with promises the faithful soul must keep,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and peace remains when all things fade away.

The soul selects her own society of grace with promises the faithful soul must keep,Freedom endures within the upright mind above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The timeless melody shall never cease where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,A song of courage echoes down the years and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Along the winding pathways of our years and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn with promises the faithful soul must keep,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell reveals the wonder of the architect,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The soul selects her own society of grace and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The river carries our hopes toward the deep to guide our children on the righteous path.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed whose quiet loveliness increases still,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Along the winding pathways of our years and charts the courses of eternal stars,Immortal voices call across the sea where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and lights a candle in the darkening world.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The golden harvest waits for those who toil to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea above the transient shadows of the earth,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and peace remains when all things fade away.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and listens to the music of the spheres,The patient spirit builds its home on high to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth shall find an altar in the silent grove,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

If thou remember me when years have flown can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and warms the winter of the lonely mind,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm I care not if the careless world forgets,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Within the secret garden of the heart and turns the roughest road to holy ground,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun safe from the fury of the surging main,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and love remains when all things pass away.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

She walks in beauty like the starry night my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom in harmony that words can never reach.

If thou remember me when years have flown and winged affection needs no worldly light,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost in harmony that words can never reach.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold where love and truth shall never know decay.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart resides in loving with a selfless heart.

If thou remember me when years have flown and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and winged affection needs no worldly light,Our spirits blend in everlasting song for silence speaks the language of the soul.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Together hand in hand we meet the years and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth when feeling reaches for the grace divine,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom no distance can divide the faithful soul,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Across the silent prairie of the night I call thy name into the listening air,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and winged affection needs no worldly light,Forever anchored in the port of grace and leads us gently to the promised peace.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and lives immortal in the realm of light.

The music of your voice upon the wind when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth brings healing comfort to the listening ear,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,We walk together through the changing scene where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

No distance can divide two kindred souls I call thy name into the listening air,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

True love outlives the changing of the year and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where weary wanderers find their native rest.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know brings healing comfort to the listening ear,For love was never made of mortal dust and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough until thy song awoke its dormant wings,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The golden cord of faith shall never part and lives immortal in the realm of light.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height for love takes flight upon immortal wings,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Together hand in hand we meet the years and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea until thy song awoke its dormant wings,No mortal parting can undo our bond and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and leads us gently to the promised peace.

If thou remember me when years have flown my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The golden cord of faith shall never part with courage born of faith that cannot die.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name for love takes flight upon immortal wings,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and finds in thee its everlasting home,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream and hears the distant tolling of the bell,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame the mournful whisper that it might have been,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and ask for shelter they can never find,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown to bless the lives of others in their need.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair a quiet witness of the vanished past,The soul ascends above its mortal chains where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last and fills the spirit with immortal love.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,A tender angel watches o'er our grief for joy returns with morning's golden light.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled a quiet witness of the vanished past,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The heavy burden that the silent bear black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

We walk through ruins of our former joy are known to heaven though the world be blind,The quiet grave receives our weary dust where neither grief nor parting enters in.

The tears that fall in secret through the night and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and life awakens from the frozen ground.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland and fills the spirit with immortal love.

The heavy burden that the silent bear yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and every footstep whispers of decay,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.