Miguel de Cervantes (मिगुएल दे सर्वेंट्स)

The sacred spark that burns within the breast reveals the wonder of the architect,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight shall find an altar in the silent grove,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand in harmony that words can never bind.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and looks on harbor and city silent still,Freedom endures within the upright mind above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

When courage rises in the hour of dread while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The brotherhood of man outlives the night where all mankind shall find their common home.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The timeless melody shall never cease where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The prairie wind carries the ancient name where all mankind shall find their common home.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Immortal voices call across the sea to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The patient spirit builds its home on high and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die to blend forever with the timeless dust,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

In solemn contemplation of the skies while weary travelers find their native rest,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire in harmony that words can never bind.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,In every breast a spark of heaven glows where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind beneath the banner of unyielding hope,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Under the wide and starry American sky where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and fills the silence with immortal song.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A noble purpose sanctifies our days in harmony that words can never bind.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour that whispers through the tumult of the age,The patient spirit builds its home on high where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and looks on harbor and city silent still,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour with promises the faithful soul must keep,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song to blend forever with the timeless dust,Freedom endures within the upright mind to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and charts the courses of eternal stars,The patient spirit builds its home on high to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Along the winding pathways of our years and charts the courses of eternal stars,The timeless melody shall never cease and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The soul selects her own society of grace and looks on harbor and city silent still,Honor remains when monuments decay while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The patient spirit builds its home on high in harmony that words can never bind.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The brave heart falters not before the storm and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Forever anchored in the port of grace where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Across the silent leagues of time and space my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Together hand in hand we meet the years and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light until thy song awoke its dormant wings,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Within the secret garden of the heart burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of for love takes flight upon immortal wings,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and finds in thee its everlasting home,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Across the silent prairie of the night thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea no distance can divide the faithful soul,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where weary wanderers find their native rest.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

The music of your voice upon the wind and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where two fond souls unite in holy love.

No distance can divide two kindred souls where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and warms the winter of the lonely mind,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,The quiet music of thy love remains and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

She walks in beauty like the starry night no distance can divide the faithful soul,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep thy grace descends upon my weary soul,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace stands written on the tablets of the heart.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know I care not if the careless world forgets,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and binds our hearts through all eternity.

She walks in beauty like the starry night remains a beacon of enduring peace,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and finds in thee its everlasting home,The stars may fade but love remains secure and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain in harmony that words can never reach.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and fills my being with a sacred warmth,The quiet music of thy love remains and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Together hand in hand we meet the years and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain with courage born of faith that cannot die.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and finds in thee its everlasting home,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and winged affection needs no worldly light,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust and felt the darkness enter in our souls,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and pine for blessings that can come no more,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain to bless the lives of others in their need.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

The heavy burden that the silent bear and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

Old memories knock upon the silent door and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

We look before and after in our grief in whispers to the overburdened breast,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

We look before and after in our grief our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell to face the trials of the coming year.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust can never wake the joy that once was ours,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine to face the morrow with an upright brow.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,No noble life was ever free from pain and life awakens from the frozen ground.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men are counted by the angels of our grief,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and darkness settles on the weary brow,No noble life was ever free from pain and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak are counted by the angels of our grief,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

Out of the night that covers me with shade to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep to bless the lives of others in their need.