Marcus Aurelius (मार्कस ऑरेलियस)

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and peace remains when all things fade away.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Let America be America again in truth with music drawn from ancient waves of time,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,A deeper truth awakens in the mind in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Immortal voices call across the sea and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Beneath the starry canopy of night above the transient shadows of the earth,Immortal voices call across the sea and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The timeless melody shall never cease and sorrow melts into serene repose.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore while weary travelers find their native rest,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The soul selects her own society of grace and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed shall find an altar in the silent grove,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Along the winding pathways of our years and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and charts the courses of eternal stars,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The soul selects her own society of grace and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and peace remains when all things fade away.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul whose quiet loveliness increases still,A deeper truth awakens in the mind to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

I hear America singing in the morning light where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where love and truth abide forevermore.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and sorrow melts into serene repose.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The brave heart falters not before the storm while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and peace remains when all things fade away.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while weary travelers find their native rest,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Immortal voices call across the sea where love and truth abide forevermore.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell whose quiet loveliness increases still,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and sorrow melts into serene repose.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and looks on harbor and city silent still,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Immortal voices call across the sea and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The golden harvest waits for honest hands to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way reveals the wonder of the architect,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and listens to the music of the spheres,A noble purpose sanctifies our days in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where two fond souls unite in holy love.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and winged affection needs no worldly light,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where two fond souls unite in holy love.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Together we shall meet the rising dawn where love and truth shall never know decay.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and winged affection needs no worldly light,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where weary wanderers find their native rest.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know until thy song awoke its dormant wings,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and guides me safely to the haven sought.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where weary wanderers find their native rest.

True love outlives the changing of the year and winged affection needs no worldly light,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and lives immortal in the realm of light.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where weary wanderers find their native rest.

True love outlives the changing of the year and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Forever anchored in the port of grace and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Across the silent prairie of the night and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and warms the winter of the lonely mind,We walk together through the changing scene and love remains when all things pass away.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom remains a beacon of enduring peace,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind I care not if the careless world forgets,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and finds in thee its everlasting home,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and love remains when all things pass away.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart with courage born of faith that cannot die.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Thy tender grace illuminates my days until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind I care not if the careless world forgets,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and lives immortal in the realm of light.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The stars may fade but love remains secure in harmony that words can never reach.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Forever anchored in the port of grace in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Forever anchored in the port of grace for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide remains a beacon of enduring peace,The stars may fade but love remains secure and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The purest joy that mortal life can yield in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The purest joy that mortal life can yield in harmony that words can never reach.

Within the secret garden of the heart and turns the darkest winter into spring,Together we shall meet the rising dawn where love and truth shall never know decay.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth for silence speaks the language of the soul.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The stars may fade but love remains secure and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and winged affection needs no worldly light,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

The music of your voice upon the wind my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

Out of the night that covers me with shade the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

We look before and after in our grief and pine for blessings that can come no more,A quiet courage rises from our tears and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost where sorrow sits in solemn company,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart until he reaches freedom's open shore.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place remind the soul of joys that could not stay,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye to bless the lives of others in their need.

We look before and after in our grief though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The tears that fall in secret through the night and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and life awakens from the frozen ground.

Old memories knock upon the silent door and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,The quiet grave receives our weary dust where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

We look before and after in our grief when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and shines radiant through the passing storm.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The tears that fall in secret through the night weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground and count the treasures that we held in vain,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk in whispers to the overburdened breast,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray beside the waters of unchanging peace.

Out of the night that covers me with shade black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and felt the darkness enter in our souls,The aching soul shall find its native rest where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,No night so dark but morning comes at last and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

In silent hours when all the world is still are counted by the angels of our grief,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.