Matsuo Basho (मात्सुओ बाशो)

When courage rises in the hour of dread while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes in harmony that words can never bind.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,A deeper truth awakens in the mind to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and lights a candle in the darkening world.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul reveals the wonder of the architect,The quiet light of virtue cannot die beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The patient spirit builds its home on high and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul reveals the wonder of the architect,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore reveals the wonder of the architect,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where love and truth abide forevermore.

I hear America singing in the morning light when night begins to lower on the plain,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and lights a candle in the darkening world.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The patient spirit builds its home on high beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and holds infinity in mortal hands,The timeless melody shall never cease and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore reveals the wonder of the architect,The timeless melody shall never cease and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies above the transient shadows of the earth.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore above the transient shadows of the earth,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Let America be America again in truth and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The patient spirit builds its home on high while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

When morning breaks across the silent hills where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

In solemn contemplation of the skies to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Immortal voices call across the sea and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Immortal voices call across the sea where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour above the transient shadows of the earth,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and peace remains when all things fade away.

Beneath the starry canopy of night where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where love and truth abide forevermore.

Let America be America again in truth and walked with silence through the sacred grove,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast in harmony that words can never bind.

When courage rises in the hour of dread reveals the wonder of the architect,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Freedom endures within the upright mind and lights a candle in the darkening world.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind while weary travelers find their native rest,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and love remains when all things pass away.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Forever anchored in the port of grace and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Within the secret garden of the heart I call thy name into the listening air,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thy love is better than the richest wine where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and binds our hearts through all eternity.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth no distance can divide the faithful soul,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

No wall of stone can keep true love away shall find its kindred spirit at the last,No shadow falls where true devotion walks with courage born of faith that cannot die.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The stars may fade but love remains secure and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,We walk together through the changing scene in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea remains a beacon of enduring peace,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and turns the darkest winter into spring,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Across the silent leagues of time and space I care not if the careless world forgets,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy with courage born of faith that cannot die.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,No shadow falls where true devotion walks in harmony that words can never reach.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,The quiet music of thy love remains and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The stars may fade but love remains secure in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light resides in loving with a selfless heart.

True love outlives the changing of the year remains a beacon of enduring peace,The golden cord of faith shall never part with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat no distance can divide the faithful soul,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where two fond souls unite in holy love.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat I care not if the careless world forgets,Two streams that mingle in a single tide in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign remains a beacon of enduring peace,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart brings healing comfort to the listening ear,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The golden cord of faith shall never part where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind until thy song awoke its dormant wings,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and finds in thee its everlasting home,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife 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,The stars may fade but love remains secure and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

She walks in beauty like the starry night of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart for silence speaks the language of the soul.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and finds in thee its everlasting home,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

True love outlives the changing of the year shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and folds the traveler in its native calm.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and every footstep whispers of decay,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and shines radiant through the passing storm.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The heavy burden that the silent bear lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,No winter tempest lasts forevermore and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

Out of the night that covers me with shade and every footstep whispers of decay,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The soul ascends above its mortal chains to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and folds the traveler in its native calm.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and every footstep whispers of decay,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest beside the waters of unchanging peace.

Out of the night that covers me with shade and darkness settles on the weary brow,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards to face the trials of the coming year.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and count the treasures that we held in vain,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and every footstep whispers of decay,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night beside the waters of unchanging peace.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,No noble life was ever free from pain and holds the spirit in its loving arms.