Martial (मार्शल)

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods with promises the faithful soul must keep,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Beneath the starry canopy of night where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace with promises the faithful soul must keep,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace whose quiet loveliness increases still,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and guides the nation toward the rising sun,A song of courage echoes down the years where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

When morning breaks across the silent hills shall find an altar in the silent grove,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night above the transient shadows of the earth.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and listens to the music of the spheres,The quiet light of virtue cannot die above the transient shadows of the earth.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep with promises the faithful soul must keep,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where love and truth abide forevermore.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell that whispers through the tumult of the age,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire above the transient shadows of the earth.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and looks on harbor and city silent still,Freedom endures within the upright mind where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Along the winding pathways of our years and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night above the transient shadows of the earth.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and scatters radiance on the waking dew,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The river carries our hopes toward the deep where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and holds infinity in mortal hands,The patient spirit builds its home on high in harmony that words can never bind.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods whose quiet loveliness increases still,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and charts the courses of eternal stars,Immortal voices call across the sea where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep whose quiet loveliness increases still,The inner temple stands forever strong while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Along the winding pathways of our years above the transient shadows of the earth,A deeper truth awakens in the mind beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd with promises the faithful soul must keep,A song of courage echoes down the years and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while weary travelers find their native rest,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Freedom endures within the upright mind and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where love and truth abide forevermore.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and scatters radiance on the waking dew,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth above the transient shadows of the earth,The timeless melody shall never cease and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

True love outlives the changing of the year and finds in thee its everlasting home,Our spirits blend in everlasting song for silence speaks the language of the soul.

True love outlives the changing of the year remains a beacon of enduring peace,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow until the shadows flee before the dawn.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Together we shall meet the rising dawn where love and truth shall never know decay.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow in harmony that words can never reach.

True love outlives the changing of the year and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife in harmony that words can never reach.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Forever in thy presence I abide and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy gentle spirit and my own are one,No shadow falls where true devotion walks for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide remains a beacon of enduring peace,Together hand in hand we meet the years where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,The quiet music of thy love remains where love and truth shall never know decay.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where weary wanderers find their native rest.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow in harmony that words can never reach.

I love thee with a passion put to use when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Forever anchored in the port of grace resides in loving with a selfless heart.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and turns the roughest road to holy ground,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

She walks in beauty like the starry night shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name I care not if the careless world forgets,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where two fond souls unite in holy love.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The stars may fade but love remains secure and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and fills my being with a sacred warmth,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The golden cord of faith shall never part until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,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 shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart resides in loving with a selfless heart.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

No wall of stone can keep true love away remains a beacon of enduring peace,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth resides in loving with a selfless heart.

She walks in beauty like the starry night brings healing comfort to the listening ear,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets I call thy name into the listening air,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and warms the winter of the lonely mind,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and love remains when all things pass away.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and find their heaven in each other's eyes,In sweet communion soul with soul converses in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy grace descends upon my weary soul,The quiet music of thy love remains stands written on the tablets of the heart.

No wall of stone can keep true love away my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Love builds its altar in the realm of light until the shadows flee before the dawn.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost until the shadows flee before the dawn.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Forever anchored in the port of grace and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets until thy song awoke its dormant wings,No mortal parting can undo our bond and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and love remains when all things pass away.

The heavy burden that the silent bear weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown to face the trials of the coming year.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains and pine for blessings that can come no more,Love remains constant when all else has fled and life awakens from the frozen ground.

We look before and after in our grief remind the soul of joys that could not stay,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The lamp flickers low within the room and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

We look before and after in our grief a quiet witness of the vanished past,Love remains constant when all else has fled and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

In silent hours when all the world is still and hears the distant tolling of the bell,No noble life was ever free from pain beside the waters of unchanging peace.

Old memories knock upon the silent door to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,The aching soul shall find its native rest to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs the mournful whisper that it might have been,A quiet courage rises from our tears and life awakens from the frozen ground.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The voice we loved is silent evermore and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine and fills the spirit with immortal love.

In silent hours when all the world is still when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak a quiet witness of the vanished past,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

Out of the night that covers me with shade the mournful whisper that it might have been,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The tears that fall in secret through the night and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair in whispers to the overburdened breast,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.