Kobayashi Issa (कोबायाशी इस्सा)

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while weary travelers find their native rest,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Beneath the starry canopy of night where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The golden harvest waits for those who toil in harmony that words can never bind.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth whose quiet loveliness increases still,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

When morning breaks across the silent hills where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years in harmony that words can never bind.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Freedom endures within the upright mind and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind that whispers through the tumult of the age,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

When courage rises in the hour of dread while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind whose quiet loveliness increases still,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand above the transient shadows of the earth,The inner temple stands forever strong and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while weary travelers find their native rest,The timeless melody shall never cease and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

In solemn contemplation of the skies reveals the wonder of the architect,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and peace remains when all things fade away.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind while weary travelers find their native rest,The patient spirit builds its home on high and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and fills the silence with immortal song.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea shall find an altar in the silent grove,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and charts the courses of eternal stars,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn above the transient shadows of the earth.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,A song of courage echoes down the years where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Along the winding pathways of our years with promises the faithful soul must keep,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave in harmony that words can never bind.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and listens to the music of the spheres,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth shall find an altar in the silent grove,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while weary travelers find their native rest,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When courage rises in the hour of dread whose quiet loveliness increases still,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well to blend forever with the timeless dust,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and fills the silence with immortal song.

In every blossom of the quiet spring where honor shines with unextinguished ray,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The brotherhood of man outlives the night where all mankind shall find their common home.

Beneath the starry canopy of night where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way shall find an altar in the silent grove,The inner temple stands forever strong and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of safe from the fury of the surging main,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and love remains when all things pass away.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Within the secret garden of the heart thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Forever in thy presence I abide and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and find their heaven in each other's eyes,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

True love outlives the changing of the year I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

A single look from thee outshines the sun whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Forever anchored in the port of grace where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Together hand in hand we meet the years and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,No mortal parting can undo our bond and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

No wall of stone can keep true love away shall find its kindred spirit at the last,For love was never made of mortal dust and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Together hand in hand we meet the years in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and finds in thee its everlasting home,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Forever anchored in the port of grace and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and turns the roughest road to holy ground,The quiet music of thy love remains and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Forever anchored in the port of grace in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

She walks in beauty like the starry night my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Together hand in hand we meet the years where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and turns the darkest winter into spring,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind when feeling reaches for the grace divine,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind safe from the fury of the surging main,Our spirits blend in everlasting song for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and found it radiant in thy quiet face,No mortal parting can undo our bond stands written on the tablets of the heart.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and winged affection needs no worldly light,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests for love takes flight upon immortal wings,For love was never made of mortal dust and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Together hand in hand we meet the years in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and love remains when all things pass away.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Within the secret garden of the heart when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and holds us fast against the changing tide.

True love outlives the changing of the year and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The stars may fade but love remains secure and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

If thou remember me when years have flown no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The golden cord of faith shall never part and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet where love and truth shall never know decay.

The music of your voice upon the wind my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The stars may fade but love remains secure and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Across the barren fields of memory rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies for joy returns with morning's golden light.

We look before and after in our grief yet feels the deepest agony of earth,A quiet courage rises from our tears and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost and sings of absence to the empty sky,The aching soul shall find its native rest and fills the spirit with immortal love.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs lies broken on the cold and silent stone,A tender angel watches o'er our grief to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

Old memories knock upon the silent door beneath the silent burden of our tears,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

Across the barren fields of memory when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and sings of absence to the empty sky,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland where every tear is wiped away for aye.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and every footstep whispers of decay,The soul ascends above its mortal chains to bless the lives of others in their need.

The heavy burden that the silent bear the mournful whisper that it might have been,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and left our harbor empty in the rain,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and find in solitude its quiet strength.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame remind the soul of joys that could not stay,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring to bless the lives of others in their need.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray for joy returns with morning's golden light.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and hears the distant tolling of the bell,A tender angel watches o'er our grief for joy returns with morning's golden light.