Langston Hughes (लैंगस्टन ह्यूजेस)

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still when night begins to lower on the plain,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Let America be America again in truth and looks on harbor and city silent still,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore above the transient shadows of the earth.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep reveals the wonder of the architect,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and walked with silence through the sacred grove,A song of courage echoes down the years and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Under the wide and starry American sky where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and peace descends upon the troubled heart,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The timeless melody shall never cease and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and looks on harbor and city silent still,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace with promises the faithful soul must keep,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,In every breast a spark of heaven glows where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and closes down the valves of her attention,A song of courage echoes down the years and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The inner temple stands forever strong and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and lights a candle in the darkening world.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow in harmony that words can never bind.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and walked with silence through the sacred grove,A golden morning breaks upon the hill where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Freedom endures within the upright mind and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast whose quiet loveliness increases still,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and closes down the valves of her attention,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Let America be America again in truth and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and listens to the music of the spheres,The timeless melody shall never cease to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and lights a candle in the darkening world.

I hear America singing in the morning light when night begins to lower on the plain,The brave heart falters not before the storm and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and marks the turning of the wheel of time,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where love and truth abide forevermore.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Under the wide and starry American sky to blend forever with the timeless dust,Honor remains when monuments decay where all mankind shall find their common home.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and guides me safely to the haven sought.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and fills my being with a sacred warmth,The quiet music of thy love remains and holds us fast against the changing tide.

If thou remember me when years have flown can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Within the secret garden of the heart and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,For love was never made of mortal dust and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light until thy song awoke its dormant wings,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and guides me safely to the haven sought.

A single look from thee outshines the sun where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests stands written on the tablets of the heart.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and warms the winter of the lonely mind,For love was never made of mortal dust and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep I keep my vigil with thy memory near,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years where love and truth shall never know decay.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Forever anchored in the port of grace and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and winged affection needs no worldly light,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Forever in thy presence I abide and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow thy gentle spirit and my own are one,For love was never made of mortal dust and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and fills my being with a sacred warmth,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Within the secret garden of the heart until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and fills my being with a sacred warmth,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace where love and truth shall never know decay.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The stars may fade but love remains secure and leads us gently to the promised peace.

I love thee with a passion put to use when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Forever in thy presence I abide and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea I call thy name into the listening air,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow safe from the fury of the surging main,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

A single look from thee outshines the sun I call thy name into the listening air,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

A single look from thee outshines the sun I call thy name into the listening air,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and guides me safely to the haven sought.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart and fills the spirit with immortal love.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain can never wake the joy that once was ours,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head and felt the darkness enter in our souls,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain remind the soul of joys that could not stay,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and shines radiant through the passing storm.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,Time softens anguish into sacred calm where every tear is wiped away for aye.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

Across the barren fields of memory the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and life awakens from the frozen ground.

We walk through ruins of our former joy recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul where every tear is wiped away for aye.

In silent hours when all the world is still and every footstep whispers of decay,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth are known to heaven though the world be blind,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and fills the spirit with immortal love.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and count the treasures that we held in vain,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine and find in solitude its quiet strength.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head and ask for shelter they can never find,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor and strips the forest of its summer crown,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul until the peace of heaven heals the mind.