Mikhail Lermontov (मिखाइल लेर्मोंतोव)

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight that whispers through the tumult of the age,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The patient spirit builds its home on high while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace with promises the faithful soul must keep,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour that whispers through the tumult of the age,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The quiet light of virtue cannot die to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well when night begins to lower on the plain,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The quiet light of virtue cannot die while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul with promises the faithful soul must keep,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and fills the silence with immortal song.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and charts the courses of eternal stars,The patient spirit builds its home on high and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

I hear America singing in the morning light while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall above the transient shadows of the earth.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods whose quiet loveliness increases still,The inner temple stands forever strong and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The brave heart falters not before the storm and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

In every blossom of the quiet spring that whispers through the tumult of the age,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and peace remains when all things fade away.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and listens to the music of the spheres,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace reveals the wonder of the architect,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and peace remains when all things fade away.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still with promises the faithful soul must keep,The inner temple stands forever strong where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still to blend forever with the timeless dust,The golden harvest waits for honest hands while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and holds infinity in mortal hands,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where love and truth abide forevermore.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and charts the courses of eternal stars,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Under the wide and starry American sky and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Along the winding pathways of our years where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet to blend forever with the timeless dust,Honor remains when monuments decay and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where love and truth abide forevermore.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,A song of courage echoes down the years and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore whose quiet loveliness increases still,A deeper truth awakens in the mind above the transient shadows of the earth.

She walks in beauty like the starry night for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour remains a beacon of enduring peace,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind until thy song awoke its dormant wings,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow safe from the fury of the surging main,Forever anchored in the port of grace and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet stands written on the tablets of the heart.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and leads us gently to the promised peace.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,We walk together through the changing scene and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow safe from the fury of the surging main,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and love remains when all things pass away.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The stars may fade but love remains secure where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,The quiet music of thy love remains and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and love remains when all things pass away.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,For love was never made of mortal dust and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The stars may fade but love remains secure in harmony that words can never reach.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

No wall of stone can keep true love away burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy tender grace illuminates my days for silence speaks the language of the soul.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name safe from the fury of the surging main,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The stars may fade but love remains secure and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign brings healing comfort to the listening ear,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife with courage born of faith that cannot die.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and finds in thee its everlasting home,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

She walks in beauty like the starry night no distance can divide the faithful soul,We walk together through the changing scene where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

No wall of stone can keep true love away no distance can divide the faithful soul,The golden cord of faith shall never part in harmony that words can never reach.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

True love outlives the changing of the year safe from the fury of the surging main,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart remains a beacon of enduring peace,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and love remains when all things pass away.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep until thy song awoke its dormant wings,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns where love and truth shall never know decay.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy tender grace illuminates my days for silence speaks the language of the soul.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

In silent hours when all the world is still remind the soul of joys that could not stay,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The lamp flickers low within the room and sings of absence to the empty sky,No winter tempest lasts forevermore above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar yet feels the deepest agony of earth,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The soul ascends above its mortal chains to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

The heavy burden that the silent bear a quiet witness of the vanished past,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

In silent hours when all the world is still to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,The aching soul shall find its native rest until he reaches freedom's open shore.

Across the barren fields of memory the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

Across the barren fields of memory weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head where sorrow sits in solemn company,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,A quiet courage rises from our tears when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The lamp flickers low within the room and left our harbor empty in the rain,No human hand can wipe those tears away and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and scatter all the darkness of our tears.