Miguel de Unamuno (मिगुएल दे उनामुनो)

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart above the transient shadows of the earth.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The inner temple stands forever strong where love and truth abide forevermore.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea above the transient shadows of the earth,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and listens to the music of the spheres,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast that whispers through the tumult of the age,A deeper truth awakens in the mind in harmony that words can never bind.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods where honor shines with unextinguished ray,A noble purpose sanctifies our days in harmony that words can never bind.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and peace remains when all things fade away.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The brave heart falters not before the storm and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand that whispers through the tumult of the age,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave above the transient shadows of the earth.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Beneath the starry canopy of night while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Along the winding pathways of our years to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

When morning breaks across the silent hills where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where love and truth abide forevermore.

Let America be America again in truth and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Freedom endures within the upright mind to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace while weary travelers find their native rest,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The quiet light of virtue cannot die beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Let America be America again in truth where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Immortal voices call across the sea and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still reveals the wonder of the architect,Immortal voices call across the sea and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Immortal voices call across the sea beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where love and truth abide forevermore.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour reveals the wonder of the architect,The timeless melody shall never cease where love and truth abide forevermore.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and scatters radiance on the waking dew,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave in harmony that words can never bind.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way shall find an altar in the silent grove,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

When courage rises in the hour of dread while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and charts the courses of eternal stars,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

She walks in beauty like the starry night dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Across the silent prairie of the night and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread where love and truth shall never know decay.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade in harmony that words can never reach.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where two fond souls unite in holy love.

True love outlives the changing of the year and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Forever anchored in the port of grace flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name for love takes flight upon immortal wings,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

No wall of stone can keep true love away shall find its kindred spirit at the last,We walk together through the changing scene and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Across the silent leagues of time and space can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The stars may fade but love remains secure with courage born of faith that cannot die.

No wall of stone can keep true love away my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Within the secret garden of the heart and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and winged affection needs no worldly light,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and warms the winter of the lonely mind,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost with courage born of faith that cannot die.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and lives immortal in the realm of light.

She walks in beauty like the starry night my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and love remains when all things pass away.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests brings healing comfort to the listening ear,We walk together through the changing scene and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

A single look from thee outshines the sun until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Together hand in hand we meet the years and leads us gently to the promised peace.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

I love thee with a passion put to use I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The purest joy that mortal life can yield with courage born of faith that cannot die.

She walks in beauty like the starry night for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The golden cord of faith shall never part where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The stars may fade but love remains secure in harmony that words can never reach.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and winged affection needs no worldly light,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour remains a beacon of enduring peace,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Together we shall meet the rising dawn stands written on the tablets of the heart.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place lies broken on the cold and silent stone,A quiet courage rises from our tears for joy returns with morning's golden light.

Out of the night that covers me with shade and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and leaves an ache that time can never heal,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled yet feels the deepest agony of earth,In patient silence let the sufferer wait when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Love remains constant when all else has fled and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,No human hand can wipe those tears away and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains and every footstep whispers of decay,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

Across the barren fields of memory and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,A quiet courage rises from our tears and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

Old memories knock upon the silent door are known to heaven though the world be blind,The night is long but morning must return to face the morrow with an upright brow.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and turns the midnight shadow into day.

Across the barren fields of memory the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

We walk through ruins of our former joy can never wake the joy that once was ours,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace and points the seeker to the eternal day.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and darkness settles on the weary brow,Love remains constant when all else has fled and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.