Meister Eckhart (मिस्टर एकहार्ट)

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still reveals the wonder of the architect,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The inner temple stands forever strong and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and holds infinity in mortal hands,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

In every blossom of the quiet spring whose quiet loveliness increases still,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and lights a candle in the darkening wild,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The patient spirit builds its home on high and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast whose quiet loveliness increases still,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

In every blossom of the quiet spring whose quiet loveliness increases still,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Beneath the starry canopy of night outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Along the winding pathways of our years and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and listens to the music of the spheres,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and marks the turning of the wheel of time,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire above the transient shadows of the earth.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Beneath the starry canopy of night above the transient shadows of the earth,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When courage rises in the hour of dread to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand while weary travelers find their native rest,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The inner temple stands forever strong to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and sorrow melts into serene repose.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and listens to the music of the spheres,The timeless melody shall never cease in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The golden harvest waits for those who toil above the transient shadows of the earth.

When morning breaks across the silent hills with promises the faithful soul must keep,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight shall find an altar in the silent grove,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Beneath the starry canopy of night that whispers through the tumult of the age,Immortal voices call across the sea to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and charts the courses of eternal stars,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed with promises the faithful soul must keep,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace with promises the faithful soul must keep,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The timeless melody shall never cease and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and holds infinity in mortal hands,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The timeless melody shall never cease where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The patient spirit builds its home on high and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore reveals the wonder of the architect,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and sorrow melts into serene repose.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore with promises the faithful soul must keep,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Two streams that mingle in a single tide with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

She walks in beauty like the starry night my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,We walk together through the changing scene and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide no distance can divide the faithful soul,No shadow falls where true devotion walks 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,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The golden cord of faith shall never part and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and finds in thee its everlasting home,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and winged affection needs no worldly light,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Forever anchored in the port of grace with courage born of faith that cannot die.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Together hand in hand we meet the years and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and winged affection needs no worldly light,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and winged affection needs no worldly light,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where two fond souls unite in holy love.

True love outlives the changing of the year burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm I care not if the careless world forgets,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where weary wanderers find their native rest.

True love outlives the changing of the year can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Together hand in hand we meet the years and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The purest joy that mortal life can yield for silence speaks the language of the soul.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Together hand in hand we meet the years and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Together hand in hand we meet the years with courage born of faith that cannot die.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy tender grace illuminates my days flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

If thou remember me when years have flown for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

True love outlives the changing of the year when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and love remains when all things pass away.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost until the shadows flee before the dawn.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Across the silent leagues of time and space burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife resides in loving with a selfless heart.

If thou remember me when years have flown brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Two streams that mingle in a single tide in harmony that words can never reach.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide brings healing comfort to the listening ear,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains and every footstep whispers of decay,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame are counted by the angels of our grief,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and folds the traveler in its native calm.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies to face the trials of the coming year.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl are counted by the angels of our grief,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and darkness settles on the weary brow,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps are counted by the angels of our grief,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame are counted by the angels of our grief,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The tears that fall in secret through the night yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men in whispers to the overburdened breast,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,No noble life was ever free from pain to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair remind the soul of joys that could not stay,Love remains constant when all else has fled beside the waters of unchanging peace.