Li Bai (ली बाई)

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and holds infinity in mortal hands,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace while weary travelers find their native rest,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Honor remains when monuments decay and fills the silence with immortal song.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The patient spirit builds its home on high where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while weary travelers find their native rest,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast reveals the wonder of the architect,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Freedom endures within the upright mind where all mankind shall find their common home.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Along the winding pathways of our years and charts the courses of eternal stars,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all to blend forever with the timeless dust,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light to guide our children on the righteous path.

Beneath the starry canopy of night that whispers through the tumult of the age,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Along the winding pathways of our years to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

When courage rises in the hour of dread while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The timeless melody shall never cease where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind that whispers through the tumult of the age,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The golden harvest waits for those who toil in harmony that words can never bind.

Let America be America again in truth and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell whose quiet loveliness increases still,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and sorrow melts into serene repose.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where love and truth abide forevermore.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul to blend forever with the timeless dust,Freedom endures within the upright mind and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea reveals the wonder of the architect,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep shall find an altar in the silent grove,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight shall find an altar in the silent grove,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Let America be America again in truth where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth where all mankind shall find their common home.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Immortal voices call across the sea and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore whose quiet loveliness increases still,The patient spirit builds its home on high and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea that whispers through the tumult of the age,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and peace remains when all things fade away.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The brave heart falters not before the storm where all mankind shall find their common home.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Immortal voices call across the sea to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and closes down the valves of her attention,In every breast a spark of heaven glows to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

When courage rises in the hour of dread that whispers through the tumult of the age,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace with promises the faithful soul must keep,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

In solemn contemplation of the skies with promises the faithful soul must keep,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown in harmony that words can never bind.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and looks on harbor and city silent still,The river carries our hopes toward the deep above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace whose quiet loveliness increases still,The inner temple stands forever strong while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Our spirits blend in everlasting song flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and leads us gently to the promised peace.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The golden cord of faith shall never part and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Across the silent prairie of the night burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Forever anchored in the port of grace and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun no distance can divide the faithful soul,We walk together through the changing scene where two fond souls unite in holy love.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky where love and truth shall never know decay.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

No wall of stone can keep true love away no distance can divide the faithful soul,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Forever anchored in the port of grace and leads us gently to the promised peace.

I love thee with a passion put to use and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and winged affection needs no worldly light,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Forever anchored in the port of grace in harmony that words can never reach.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

No wall of stone can keep true love away safe from the fury of the surging main,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat safe from the fury of the surging main,For love was never made of mortal dust flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and winged affection needs no worldly light,The golden cord of faith shall never part with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide I care not if the careless world forgets,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost for silence speaks the language of the soul.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour I care not if the careless world forgets,A sacred peace descends upon the breast until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and turns the darkest winter into spring,No mortal parting can undo our bond and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy resides in loving with a selfless heart.

True love outlives the changing of the year I care not if the careless world forgets,We walk together through the changing scene flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Across the silent prairie of the night burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and finds in thee its everlasting home,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

In silent hours when all the world is still and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,A tender angel watches o'er our grief to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and pine for blessings that can come no more,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace for joy returns with morning's golden light.

We look before and after in our grief in whispers to the overburdened breast,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone to face the morrow with an upright brow.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and folds the traveler in its native calm.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Love remains constant when all else has fled and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and every footstep whispers of decay,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross until he reaches freedom's open shore.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The tears that fall in secret through the night and every footstep whispers of decay,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night for joy returns with morning's golden light.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone and every footstep whispers of decay,A quiet courage rises from our tears and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,No winter tempest lasts forevermore until he reaches freedom's open shore.

The tears that fall in secret through the night when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night beside the waters of unchanging peace.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men when twilight deepens on the mountain road,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl and every footstep whispers of decay,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and strips the forest of its summer crown,The twilight passes into eternal dawn when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.