Lesya Ukrainka (लेसिया उक्राइंका)

Along the winding pathways of our years reveals the wonder of the architect,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night above the transient shadows of the earth.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind that whispers through the tumult of the age,The quiet light of virtue cannot die beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace that whispers through the tumult of the age,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Beneath the starry canopy of night that whispers through the tumult of the age,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Along the winding pathways of our years and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well to blend forever with the timeless dust,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Freedom endures within the upright mind and lights a candle in the darkening world.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul with promises the faithful soul must keep,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour whose quiet loveliness increases still,The inner temple stands forever strong where love and truth abide forevermore.

I hear America singing in the morning light where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where love and truth abide forevermore.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The inner temple stands forever strong where love and truth abide forevermore.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and holds infinity in mortal hands,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

When courage rises in the hour of dread while weary travelers find their native rest,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and listens to the music of the spheres,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul when night begins to lower on the plain,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The golden harvest waits for those who toil in harmony that words can never bind.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul to blend forever with the timeless dust,Freedom endures within the upright mind where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and holds infinity in mortal hands,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

I hear America singing in the morning light and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The brotherhood of man outlives the night to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where love and truth abide forevermore.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind when night begins to lower on the plain,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn to guide our children on the righteous path.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart in harmony that words can never bind.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace while weary travelers find their native rest,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

She walks in beauty like the starry night shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

I love thee with a passion put to use and finds in thee its everlasting home,Forever in thy presence I abide where love and truth shall never know decay.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The golden cord of faith shall never part resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The music of your voice upon the wind and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,We walk together through the changing scene where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights where love and truth shall never know decay.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth I care not if the careless world forgets,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,The quiet music of thy love remains and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The golden cord of faith shall never part and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name safe from the fury of the surging main,Two streams that mingle in a single tide until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and love remains when all things pass away.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of no distance can divide the faithful soul,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Across the silent leagues of time and space when feeling reaches for the grace divine,In sweet communion soul with soul converses in harmony that words can never reach.

If thou remember me when years have flown when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and lives immortal in the realm of light.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and winged affection needs no worldly light,A sacred peace descends upon the breast in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea I keep my vigil with thy memory near,No mortal parting can undo our bond and guides me safely to the haven sought.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

She walks in beauty like the starry night my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep I call thy name into the listening air,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow with courage born of faith that cannot die.

If thou remember me when years have flown and warms the winter of the lonely mind,No shadow falls where true devotion walks in harmony that words can never reach.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests where love and truth shall never know decay.

The music of your voice upon the wind and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The stars may fade but love remains secure and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind I care not if the careless world forgets,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea I care not if the careless world forgets,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth in harmony that words can never reach.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind until thy song awoke its dormant wings,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Love remains constant when all else has fled for joy returns with morning's golden light.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,A quiet courage rises from our tears to face the trials of the coming year.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs and darkness settles on the weary brow,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast to face the trials of the coming year.

The ship sailed outward never to return beneath the silent burden of our tears,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone remind the soul of joys that could not stay,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone and every footstep whispers of decay,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray to face the trials of the coming year.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs the mournful whisper that it might have been,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and shines radiant through the passing storm.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and left our harbor empty in the rain,From broken shards a noble temple grows and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

The tears that fall in secret through the night the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and pine for blessings that can come no more,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The soul ascends above its mortal chains beside the waters of unchanging peace.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,The quiet grave receives our weary dust to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam in whispers to the overburdened breast,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards to bless the lives of others in their need.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,Time softens anguish into sacred calm and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and folds the traveler in its native calm.