Luigi Pirandello (लुइगी पिरांडेलो)

He who walks gently on the quiet earth reveals the wonder of the architect,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and listens to the music of the spheres,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and looks on harbor and city silent still,The prairie wind carries the ancient name where all mankind shall find their common home.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The golden harvest waits for honest hands while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight above the transient shadows of the earth,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

In solemn contemplation of the skies to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and looks on harbor and city silent still,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

In every blossom of the quiet spring where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where love and truth abide forevermore.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still shall find an altar in the silent grove,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Under the wide and starry American sky and looks on harbor and city silent still,A golden morning breaks upon the hill where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth reveals the wonder of the architect,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Along the winding pathways of our years and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Along the winding pathways of our years while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The inner temple stands forever strong above the transient shadows of the earth.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Under the wide and starry American sky when night begins to lower on the plain,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand above the transient shadows of the earth,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

In solemn contemplation of the skies while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and closes down the valves of her attention,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and charts the courses of eternal stars,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind whose quiet loveliness increases still,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and closes down the valves of her attention,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall above the transient shadows of the earth.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

When morning breaks across the silent hills outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The patient spirit builds its home on high in harmony that words can never bind.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The inner temple stands forever strong above the transient shadows of the earth.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet beneath the banner of unyielding hope,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

In every blossom of the quiet spring that whispers through the tumult of the age,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

In every blossom of the quiet spring where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Immortal voices call across the sea to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn to blend forever with the timeless dust,The brave heart falters not before the storm and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Along the winding pathways of our years and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in harmony that words can never reach.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

True love outlives the changing of the year and winged affection needs no worldly light,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Forever anchored in the port of grace until the shadows flee before the dawn.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign I care not if the careless world forgets,We walk together through the changing scene flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Across the silent prairie of the night until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul for silence speaks the language of the soul.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy gentle spirit and my own are one,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Across the silent prairie of the night and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets I call thy name into the listening air,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests I care not if the careless world forgets,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

If thou remember me when years have flown my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and finds in thee its everlasting home,We walk together through the changing scene and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and found it radiant in thy quiet face,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Across the silent leagues of time and space when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Across the silent leagues of time and space dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain for silence speaks the language of the soul.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy gentle spirit and my own are one,A sacred peace descends upon the breast in harmony that words can never reach.

The music of your voice upon the wind brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Forever anchored in the port of grace where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

I love thee with a passion put to use and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and love remains when all things pass away.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy gentle spirit and my own are one,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and love remains when all things pass away.

Within the secret garden of the heart and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat no distance can divide the faithful soul,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,A sacred peace descends upon the breast in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow safe from the fury of the surging main,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign I care not if the careless world forgets,The golden cord of faith shall never part and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,A quiet courage rises from our tears and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl the mournful whisper that it might have been,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey where sorrow sits in solemn company,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint to face the trials of the coming year.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor beneath the silent burden of our tears,The aching soul shall find its native rest and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and ask for shelter they can never find,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

In silent hours when all the world is still are counted by the angels of our grief,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and turns the midnight shadow into day.

Across the barren fields of memory the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,No noble life was ever free from pain and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The voice we loved is silent evermore are known to heaven though the world be blind,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs and darkness settles on the weary brow,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The voice we loved is silent evermore beneath the silent burden of our tears,No winter tempest lasts forevermore when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and folds the traveler in its native calm.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream and pine for blessings that can come no more,The soul ascends above its mortal chains to bless the lives of others in their need.