Nadezhda Teffi (नादेझदा तेफ़ी)

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods that whispers through the tumult of the age,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

In every blossom of the quiet spring where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

In every blossom of the quiet spring that whispers through the tumult of the age,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The golden harvest waits for those who toil above the transient shadows of the earth.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

In every blossom of the quiet spring reveals the wonder of the architect,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace beneath the banner of unyielding hope,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

When courage rises in the hour of dread while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The inner temple stands forever strong and peace remains when all things fade away.

In solemn contemplation of the skies above the transient shadows of the earth,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Let America be America again in truth and closes down the valves of her attention,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and listens to the music of the spheres,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace shall find an altar in the silent grove,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and peace remains when all things fade away.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore above the transient shadows of the earth,The timeless melody shall never cease where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Let America be America again in truth where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore while weary travelers find their native rest,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where love and truth abide forevermore.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

I hear America singing in the morning light beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and lights a candle in the darkening world.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies in harmony that words can never bind.

Along the winding pathways of our years and listens to the music of the spheres,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The patient spirit builds its home on high and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,In every breast a spark of heaven glows while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The inner temple stands forever strong in harmony that words can never bind.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way above the transient shadows of the earth,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,In every breast a spark of heaven glows to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth where honor shines with unextinguished ray,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight that whispers through the tumult of the age,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Under the wide and starry American sky and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and charts the courses of eternal stars,The quiet light of virtue cannot die while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The timeless melody shall never cease and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Under the wide and starry American sky and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Beneath the starry canopy of night shall find an altar in the silent grove,The timeless melody shall never cease and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and find their heaven in each other's eyes,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and winged affection needs no worldly light,In sweet communion soul with soul converses resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide shall find its kindred spirit at the last,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Across the silent prairie of the night and turns the darkest winter into spring,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy sacred image dwells forevermore,For love was never made of mortal dust and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

True love outlives the changing of the year when feeling reaches for the grace divine,In sweet communion soul with soul converses in harmony that words can never reach.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat I care not if the careless world forgets,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and finds in thee its everlasting home,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and warms the winter of the lonely mind,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart safe from the fury of the surging main,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light resides in loving with a selfless heart.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow no distance can divide the faithful soul,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and finds in thee its everlasting home,The quiet music of thy love remains where love and truth shall never know decay.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The music of your voice upon the wind and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where two fond souls unite in holy love.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy gentle spirit and my own are one,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife until the shadows flee before the dawn.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The stars may fade but love remains secure and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Across the silent leagues of time and space when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Together hand in hand we meet the years and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow I care not if the careless world forgets,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and leads us gently to the promised peace.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and turns the roughest road to holy ground,No mortal parting can undo our bond and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy gentle spirit and my own are one,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy in harmony that words can never reach.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind brings healing comfort to the listening ear,A sacred peace descends upon the breast in harmony that words can never reach.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The stars may fade but love remains secure and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

The music of your voice upon the wind and find their heaven in each other's eyes,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Across the silent prairie of the night until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last and hallows every memory of our loss.

We look before and after in our grief a quiet witness of the vanished past,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial to bless the lives of others in their need.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone a quiet witness of the vanished past,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

Old memories knock upon the silent door and felt the darkness enter in our souls,The aching soul shall find its native rest when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

In silent hours when all the world is still rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam in whispers to the overburdened breast,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

We walk through ruins of our former joy to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,The quiet grave receives our weary dust where neither grief nor parting enters in.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men the mournful whisper that it might have been,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The tears that fall in secret through the night a quiet witness of the vanished past,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and leaves an ache that time can never heal,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial to bless the lives of others in their need.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place are counted by the angels of our grief,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown to face the trials of the coming year.

The heavy burden that the silent bear the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The soul ascends above its mortal chains beside the waters of unchanging peace.