Mencius (मेंशियस)

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace reveals the wonder of the architect,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth with promises the faithful soul must keep,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

When courage rises in the hour of dread shall find an altar in the silent grove,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and fills the silence with immortal song.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and charts the courses of eternal stars,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and marks the turning of the wheel of time,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and looks on harbor and city silent still,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The inner temple stands forever strong and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The patient spirit builds its home on high and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The inner temple stands forever strong where love and truth abide forevermore.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Freedom endures within the upright mind and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while weary travelers find their native rest,The timeless melody shall never cease in harmony that words can never bind.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

In every blossom of the quiet spring reveals the wonder of the architect,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Along the winding pathways of our years and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief in harmony that words can never bind.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Immortal voices call across the sea where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Beneath the starry canopy of night shall find an altar in the silent grove,The inner temple stands forever strong and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore whose quiet loveliness increases still,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Freedom endures within the upright mind and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and listens to the music of the spheres,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and listens to the music of the spheres,A deeper truth awakens in the mind in harmony that words can never bind.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way shall find an altar in the silent grove,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest above the transient shadows of the earth,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and peace remains when all things fade away.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and peace remains when all things fade away.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Honor remains when monuments decay and fills the silence with immortal song.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while weary travelers find their native rest,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and holds infinity in mortal hands,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The patient spirit builds its home on high and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The river carries our hopes toward the deep to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while weary travelers find their native rest,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and charts the courses of eternal stars,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and peace remains when all things fade away.

When courage rises in the hour of dread reveals the wonder of the architect,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The brave heart falters not before the storm above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and listens to the music of the spheres,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and charts the courses of eternal stars,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and find their heaven in each other's eyes,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where weary wanderers find their native rest.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat no distance can divide the faithful soul,We walk together through the changing scene and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and winged affection needs no worldly light,A sacred peace descends upon the breast flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Together hand in hand we meet the years and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

No distance can divide two kindred souls thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The music of your voice upon the wind dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,A sacred peace descends upon the breast resides in loving with a selfless heart.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and turns the roughest road to holy ground,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The purest joy that mortal life can yield resides in loving with a selfless heart.

No wall of stone can keep true love away dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide shall find its kindred spirit at the last,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and found it radiant in thy quiet face,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign I care not if the careless world forgets,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of safe from the fury of the surging main,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Forever in thy presence I abide and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

If thou remember me when years have flown and find their heaven in each other's eyes,We walk together through the changing scene and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth remains a beacon of enduring peace,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep I keep my vigil with thy memory near,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and find their heaven in each other's eyes,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Forever anchored in the port of grace where weary wanderers find their native rest.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The purest joy that mortal life can yield until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The music of your voice upon the wind can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,We walk together through the changing scene in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height I care not if the careless world forgets,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where weary wanderers find their native rest.

True love outlives the changing of the year brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Across the silent prairie of the night and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and warms the winter of the lonely mind,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

No distance can divide two kindred souls whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where weary wanderers find their native rest.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and hears the distant tolling of the bell,No noble life was ever free from pain and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

Old memories knock upon the silent door and felt the darkness enter in our souls,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace until he reaches freedom's open shore.

The heavy burden that the silent bear and every footstep whispers of decay,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and turns the midnight shadow into day.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar when twilight deepens on the mountain road,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye for joy returns with morning's golden light.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and heals the broken heart forevermore.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,The night is long but morning must return where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief beside the waters of unchanging peace.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The heavy burden that the silent bear yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost and sings of absence to the empty sky,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Love remains constant when all else has fled and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist the mournful whisper that it might have been,No noble life was ever free from pain and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The lamp flickers low within the room and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,No human hand can wipe those tears away above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain and pine for blessings that can come no more,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame a quiet witness of the vanished past,No night so dark but morning comes at last and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace and purifies the soul from earthly dross.