Menander (मेनांडर)

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done with promises the faithful soul must keep,The brave heart falters not before the storm and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still above the transient shadows of the earth,The patient spirit builds its home on high and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast reveals the wonder of the architect,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Under the wide and starry American sky to blend forever with the timeless dust,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth shall find an altar in the silent grove,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind reveals the wonder of the architect,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore with promises the faithful soul must keep,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

In solemn contemplation of the skies reveals the wonder of the architect,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,A song of courage echoes down the years and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and listens to the music of the spheres,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and peace remains when all things fade away.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and holds infinity in mortal hands,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and listens to the music of the spheres,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

In solemn contemplation of the skies whose quiet loveliness increases still,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while weary travelers find their native rest,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

When courage rises in the hour of dread whose quiet loveliness increases still,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour shall find an altar in the silent grove,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave above the transient shadows of the earth.

In every blossom of the quiet spring whose quiet loveliness increases still,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall above the transient shadows of the earth.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still beneath the banner of unyielding hope,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods whose quiet loveliness increases still,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed that whispers through the tumult of the age,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore reveals the wonder of the architect,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed that whispers through the tumult of the age,The timeless melody shall never cease in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Along the winding pathways of our years and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and charts the courses of eternal stars,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Along the winding pathways of our years and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace in harmony that words can never bind.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore with promises the faithful soul must keep,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

When courage rises in the hour of dread while weary travelers find their native rest,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart I care not if the careless world forgets,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and lives immortal in the realm of light.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and warms the winter of the lonely mind,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and lives immortal in the realm of light.

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 sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and turns the darkest winter into spring,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore I call thy name into the listening air,Forever in thy presence I abide and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

No wall of stone can keep true love away can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,The golden cord of faith shall never part and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

No wall of stone can keep true love away my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,We walk together through the changing scene where weary wanderers find their native rest.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,For love was never made of mortal dust in harmony that words can never reach.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind shall find its kindred spirit at the last,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light I call thy name into the listening air,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where weary wanderers find their native rest.

I love thee with a passion put to use where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and holds us fast against the changing tide.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and love remains when all things pass away.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and guides me safely to the haven sought.

If thou remember me when years have flown and winged affection needs no worldly light,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and love remains when all things pass away.

Across the silent leagues of time and space of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where weary wanderers find their native rest.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

No wall of stone can keep true love away can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Love builds its altar in the realm of light for silence speaks the language of the soul.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Across the silent prairie of the night that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour shall find its kindred spirit at the last,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

She walks in beauty like the starry night my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Across the silent leagues of time and space I care not if the careless world forgets,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,For love was never made of mortal dust flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,No mortal parting can undo our bond and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

In silent hours when all the world is still and hears the distant tolling of the bell,No night so dark but morning comes at last and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam the mournful whisper that it might have been,No night so dark but morning comes at last and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The ship sailed outward never to return and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

We look before and after in our grief lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost and leaves an ache that time can never heal,The night is long but morning must return and fills the spirit with immortal love.

Across the barren fields of memory and every footstep whispers of decay,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown for joy returns with morning's golden light.

We walk through ruins of our former joy as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men in whispers to the overburdened breast,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The heavy burden that the silent bear the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and count the treasures that we held in vain,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist are counted by the angels of our grief,No noble life was ever free from pain and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.