Ludovico Ariosto (लुडोविको एरिओस्टो)

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore whose quiet loveliness increases still,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The prairie wind carries the ancient name where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The golden harvest waits for those who toil above the transient shadows of the earth.

Beneath the starry canopy of night while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and closes down the valves of her attention,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and listens to the music of the spheres,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and peace descends upon the troubled heart,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea with promises the faithful soul must keep,The timeless melody shall never cease where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace that whispers through the tumult of the age,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and looks on harbor and city silent still,Freedom endures within the upright mind and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

I hear America singing in the morning light where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,A golden morning breaks upon the hill where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep reveals the wonder of the architect,The quiet light of virtue cannot die above the transient shadows of the earth.

Under the wide and starry American sky beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea with promises the faithful soul must keep,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave in harmony that words can never bind.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold when night begins to lower on the plain,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil where all mankind shall find their common home.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The patient spirit builds its home on high and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Let America be America again in truth and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

In every blossom of the quiet spring while weary travelers find their native rest,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Immortal voices call across the sea where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

I hear America singing in the morning light and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The golden harvest waits for honest hands where all mankind shall find their common home.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while weary travelers find their native rest,Immortal voices call across the sea above the transient shadows of the earth.

The soul selects her own society of grace to blend forever with the timeless dust,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar to guide our children on the righteous path.

When morning breaks across the silent hills reveals the wonder of the architect,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace that whispers through the tumult of the age,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and guides the nation toward the rising sun,A song of courage echoes down the years to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,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 and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

I love thee with a passion put to use and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Love outlives all the transient things of earth where love and truth shall never know decay.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth remains a beacon of enduring peace,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy gentle spirit and my own are one,For love was never made of mortal dust and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Within the secret garden of the heart and turns the darkest winter into spring,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and love remains when all things pass away.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know I care not if the careless world forgets,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and turns the darkest winter into spring,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy tender grace illuminates my days in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Forever anchored in the port of grace and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Within the secret garden of the heart where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and finds in thee its everlasting home,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy sacred image dwells forevermore,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and lives immortal in the realm of light.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and winged affection needs no worldly light,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Across the silent prairie of the night thy grace descends upon my weary soul,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Together hand in hand we meet the years and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Two streams that mingle in a single tide in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom I care not if the careless world forgets,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and winged affection needs no worldly light,A sacred peace descends upon the breast flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and finds in thee its everlasting home,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,The quiet music of thy love remains and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Our spirits blend in everlasting song flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Across the silent prairie of the night I keep my vigil with thy memory near,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,We walk together through the changing scene with courage born of faith that cannot die.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide no distance can divide the faithful soul,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

The music of your voice upon the wind and winged affection needs no worldly light,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where weary wanderers find their native rest.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and life awakens from the frozen ground.

Old memories knock upon the silent door as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains a quiet witness of the vanished past,No noble life was ever free from pain and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps a quiet witness of the vanished past,Love remains constant when all else has fled for joy returns with morning's golden light.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart where every tear is wiped away for aye.

In silent hours when all the world is still the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The soul ascends above its mortal chains beside the waters of unchanging peace.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and pine for blessings that can come no more,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell for joy returns with morning's golden light.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and sings of absence to the empty sky,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Love remains constant when all else has fled and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

Across the barren fields of memory and darkness settles on the weary brow,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace and find in solitude its quiet strength.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

Across the barren fields of memory and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown to bless the lives of others in their need.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough beneath the silent burden of our tears,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul where neither grief nor parting enters in.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and finds its refuge in the peace of God.