Luis de Góngora (लुइस दे गोंगॉरा)

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour while weary travelers find their native rest,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night above the transient shadows of the earth.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd with music drawn from ancient waves of time,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind shall find an altar in the silent grove,The patient spirit builds its home on high and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and holds infinity in mortal hands,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Freedom endures within the upright mind to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The timeless melody shall never cease where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,A song of courage echoes down the years and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep with promises the faithful soul must keep,Immortal voices call across the sea to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and listens to the music of the spheres,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and peace remains when all things fade away.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind shall find an altar in the silent grove,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and charts the courses of eternal stars,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Along the winding pathways of our years above the transient shadows of the earth,The inner temple stands forever strong to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide where all mankind shall find their common home.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell with promises the faithful soul must keep,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and holds infinity in mortal hands,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The river carries our hopes toward the deep above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where love and truth abide forevermore.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and holds infinity in mortal hands,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and holds infinity in mortal hands,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die to blend forever with the timeless dust,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and lights a candle in the darkening world.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The timeless melody shall never cease in harmony that words can never bind.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet to blend forever with the timeless dust,A song of courage echoes down the years and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

In every blossom of the quiet spring where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and charts the courses of eternal stars,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The quiet light of virtue cannot die while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Freedom endures within the upright mind and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell shall find an altar in the silent grove,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When courage rises in the hour of dread to guide the seeker through the wilderness,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore that whispers through the tumult of the age,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide safe from the fury of the surging main,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Our spirits blend in everlasting song flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights stands written on the tablets of the heart.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Forever anchored in the port of grace and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Together hand in hand we meet the years and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth I care not if the careless world forgets,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years where love and truth shall never know decay.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost in harmony that words can never reach.

Thy love is better than the richest wine I call thy name into the listening air,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and guides me safely to the haven sought.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,For love was never made of mortal dust and leads us gently to the promised peace.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and love remains when all things pass away.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and winged affection needs no worldly light,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thy love is better than the richest wine whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and binds our hearts through all eternity.

No wall of stone can keep true love away my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where two fond souls unite in holy love.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart until the shadows flee before the dawn.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

No distance can divide two kindred souls I call thy name into the listening air,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,No shadow falls where true devotion walks resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and find their heaven in each other's eyes,A sacred peace descends upon the breast flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

She walks in beauty like the starry night my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Forever anchored in the port of grace and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost with courage born of faith that cannot die.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn remains a beacon of enduring peace,Forever anchored in the port of grace and leads us gently to the promised peace.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

If thou remember me when years have flown can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and finds in thee its everlasting home,Our spirits blend in everlasting song until the shadows flee before the dawn.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and find their heaven in each other's eyes,For love was never made of mortal dust and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

I love thee with a passion put to use where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and winged affection needs no worldly light,Together hand in hand we meet the years and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

No wall of stone can keep true love away no distance can divide the faithful soul,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and winged affection needs no worldly light,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind thy grace descends upon my weary soul,No mortal parting can undo our bond stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in harmony that words can never reach.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

The music of your voice upon the wind shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone the mournful whisper that it might have been,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast to bless the lives of others in their need.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and sings of absence to the empty sky,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The heavy burden that the silent bear and pine for blessings that can come no more,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

In silent hours when all the world is still the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night to bless the lives of others in their need.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam a quiet witness of the vanished past,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial to bless the lives of others in their need.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and folds the traveler in its native calm.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,The night is long but morning must return and hallows every memory of our loss.

In silent hours when all the world is still are counted by the angels of our grief,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and hears the distant tolling of the bell,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and folds the traveler in its native calm.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust and ask for shelter they can never find,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame in whispers to the overburdened breast,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,A tender angel watches o'er our grief when earthly shadows flee forevermore.