Maya Angelou (माया एंजेलो)

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd with promises the faithful soul must keep,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and fills the silence with immortal song.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

When morning breaks across the silent hills with promises the faithful soul must keep,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies above the transient shadows of the earth.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

The soul selects her own society of grace to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Under the wide and starry American sky and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Honor remains when monuments decay and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind whose quiet loveliness increases still,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The soul selects her own society of grace where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed that whispers through the tumult of the age,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The brave heart falters not before the storm above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The brave heart falters not before the storm and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and listens to the music of the spheres,Immortal voices call across the sea and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and fills the silence with immortal song.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn beneath the banner of unyielding hope,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil where all mankind shall find their common home.

I hear America singing in the morning light when night begins to lower on the plain,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

When courage rises in the hour of dread with promises the faithful soul must keep,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn to guide our children on the righteous path.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high where all mankind shall find their common home.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and charts the courses of eternal stars,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and guides the nation toward the rising sun,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil to guide our children on the righteous path.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and looks on harbor and city silent still,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The brave heart falters not before the storm where all mankind shall find their common home.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and holds infinity in mortal hands,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Under the wide and starry American sky to blend forever with the timeless dust,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and looks on harbor and city silent still,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,A song of courage echoes down the years above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea above the transient shadows of the earth,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The brave heart falters not before the storm to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The river carries our hopes toward the deep to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well when night begins to lower on the plain,The golden harvest waits for honest hands above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest reveals the wonder of the architect,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Under the wide and starry American sky and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Across the silent prairie of the night whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,No mortal parting can undo our bond and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Thy love is better than the richest wine where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf thy grace descends upon my weary soul,The quiet music of thy love remains and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The golden cord of faith shall never part where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Within the secret garden of the heart burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Across the silent prairie of the night and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Forever in thy presence I abide and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,We walk together through the changing scene where weary wanderers find their native rest.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

I love thee with a passion put to use whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet where love and truth shall never know decay.

No distance can divide two kindred souls thy grace descends upon my weary soul,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

I love thee with a passion put to use and finds in thee its everlasting home,No mortal parting can undo our bond and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn shall find its kindred spirit at the last,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and leads us gently to the promised peace.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and turns the darkest winter into spring,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

No distance can divide two kindred souls that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Forever in thy presence I abide and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of I care not if the careless world forgets,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Across the silent prairie of the night until thy song awoke its dormant wings,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where weary wanderers find their native rest.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and turns the roughest road to holy ground,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Forever in thy presence I abide and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Within the secret garden of the heart that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn brings healing comfort to the listening ear,A sacred peace descends upon the breast for silence speaks the language of the soul.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore thy grace descends upon my weary soul,No mortal parting can undo our bond and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Thy love is better than the richest wine thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and ask for shelter they can never find,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth beneath the silent burden of our tears,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

The voice we loved is silent evermore recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith until he reaches freedom's open shore.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and sings of absence to the empty sky,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost are known to heaven though the world be blind,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and hallows every memory of our loss.

The tears that fall in secret through the night lies broken on the cold and silent stone,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head and left our harbor empty in the rain,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

The voice we loved is silent evermore recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and count the treasures that we held in vain,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

The heavy burden that the silent bear in whispers to the overburdened breast,No noble life was ever free from pain to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and strips the forest of its summer crown,No human hand can wipe those tears away until he reaches freedom's open shore.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey where sorrow sits in solemn company,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and find in solitude its quiet strength.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring to face the trials of the coming year.

The voice we loved is silent evermore and left our harbor empty in the rain,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain are known to heaven though the world be blind,No winter tempest lasts forevermore where every tear is wiped away for aye.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,The aching soul shall find its native rest and turns the darkest sorrow into light.