Marcel Proust (मार्सेल प्राउस्ट)

When courage rises in the hour of dread and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The patient spirit builds its home on high to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

When courage rises in the hour of dread above the transient shadows of the earth,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and looks on harbor and city silent still,In every breast a spark of heaven glows while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

In solemn contemplation of the skies where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast in harmony that words can never bind.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour that whispers through the tumult of the age,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die to blend forever with the timeless dust,A song of courage echoes down the years to guide our children on the righteous path.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight that whispers through the tumult of the age,The timeless melody shall never cease and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand whose quiet loveliness increases still,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul shall find an altar in the silent grove,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart in harmony that words can never bind.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Under the wide and starry American sky and guides the nation toward the rising sun,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The quiet light of virtue cannot die above the transient shadows of the earth.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and closes down the valves of her attention,Honor remains when monuments decay and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The brave heart falters not before the storm above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and holds infinity in mortal hands,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and peace remains when all things fade away.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

In solemn contemplation of the skies outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and holds infinity in mortal hands,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave above the transient shadows of the earth.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore while weary travelers find their native rest,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and sorrow melts into serene repose.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and listens to the music of the spheres,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and closes down the valves of her attention,The brave heart falters not before the storm where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,A noble purpose sanctifies our days above the transient shadows of the earth.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while weary travelers find their native rest,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

True love outlives the changing of the year I care not if the careless world forgets,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lives immortal in the realm of light.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and winged affection needs no worldly light,The golden cord of faith shall never part and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and winged affection needs no worldly light,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where weary wanderers find their native rest.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,No shadow falls where true devotion walks in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The golden cord of faith shall never part and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep until thy song awoke its dormant wings,The golden chord of devotion cannot break stands written on the tablets of the heart.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and finds in thee its everlasting home,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and love remains when all things pass away.

If thou remember me when years have flown of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

No wall of stone can keep true love away I care not if the careless world forgets,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth no distance can divide the faithful soul,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

No distance can divide two kindred souls whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The stars may fade but love remains secure in harmony that words can never reach.

If thou remember me when years have flown can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,The stars may fade but love remains secure where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know I care not if the careless world forgets,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and found it radiant in thy quiet face,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

True love outlives the changing of the year can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow for love takes flight upon immortal wings,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and finds in thee its everlasting home,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where two fond souls unite in holy love.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart in harmony that words can never reach.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide I care not if the careless world forgets,Two streams that mingle in a single tide until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

She walks in beauty like the starry night no distance can divide the faithful soul,The golden cord of faith shall never part and leads us gently to the promised peace.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lives immortal in the realm of light.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy sacred image dwells forevermore,We walk together through the changing scene and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and binds our hearts through all eternity.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,We walk together through the changing scene and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light a quiet witness of the vanished past,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards to bless the lives of others in their need.

We look before and after in our grief weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk yet feels the deepest agony of earth,No night so dark but morning comes at last and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The tears that fall in secret through the night and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,No human hand can wipe those tears away and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

We look before and after in our grief are counted by the angels of our grief,A tender angel watches o'er our grief to face the trials of the coming year.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and felt the darkness enter in our souls,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart and fills the spirit with immortal love.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps the mournful whisper that it might have been,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The lamp flickers low within the room and felt the darkness enter in our souls,The night is long but morning must return until he reaches freedom's open shore.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,No noble life was ever free from pain and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown to guide the mourner to the realms of light.