Pablo Neruda (पाब्लो नेरुदा)

The old stone fountain whispers legends of the night where ancient passions slumber beneath the quiet earth,In every broken fragment shines a mirror of the whole and leaves a legacy of light that never fades.

The old stone fountain whispers legends of the night and fills the empty horizons with music of the soul,Deep in the patient earth the silver veins run true and brings sweet water to the thirsting heart of man.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Beneath the southern cross our destiny was carved until the heavens open with an immortal light,Across the silent pampas rides the spirit of the free and walks in quiet beauty through the fields of time.

In the vast solitude of time the heart still burns where every shadow deepens into timeless grace,Beyond the edge of sorrow waits the everlasting day and plants the seeds of hope within the silent earth.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Words become lanterns swinging in the deep twilight until the heavens open with an immortal light,The song outlives the singer in the memory of the trees and leaves a legacy of light that never fades.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines under distant stars where every shadow deepens into timeless grace,No wall of stone can shut away the freedom of the soul and brings sweet water to the thirsting heart of man.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The inner temple stands forever strong where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

In the vast solitude of time the heart still burns where dreams and waking walk hand in hand together,The truth remains unaltered through the shifting tides of time and brings redemption to the sorrow of the earth.

The guitars weep for evenings that will never return where timeless oceans mirror the mystery of skies,The seed that slumbers in the furrow knows the coming spring and brings redemption to the sorrow of the earth.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The dawn awakens slowly over misted cordilleras and brings the holy silence of the mountain height,Across the silent pampas rides the spirit of the free and keeps its holy covenant with all the stars.

The ocean breathes its eternal rhythm upon the shore while solitary riders vanish beyond the hills,No tyrant's shadow can extinguish wisdom's radiant light and fills the listening night with majesty and calm.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and marks the turning of the wheel of time,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire in harmony that words can never bind.

Through the open archway enters the scent of jasmine where ancient passions slumber beneath the quiet earth,The timeless mountain towers calm above the passing storm and fills the listening night with majesty and calm.

The guitars weep for evenings that will never return and charts a sacred path through shadows of the past,In every broken fragment shines a mirror of the whole and turns the barren desert into flowering fields.

Beneath the starry canopy of night reveals the wonder of the architect,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

A thousand sunsets melt into the quiet Andean dust and leaves the fragrance of amber in the quiet room,A sacred peace descends upon the weary head of stone and plants the seeds of hope within the silent earth.

Beneath the southern cross our destiny was carved until the heavens open with an immortal light,A sacred peace descends upon the weary head of stone and finds its dwelling in the eternal home of grace.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and holds infinity in mortal hands,Immortal voices call across the sea where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The ocean breathes its eternal rhythm upon the shore and whispers secrets known only to the midnight wind,Across the silent pampas rides the spirit of the free and sings of liberty where chains were broken free.

The ocean breathes its eternal rhythm upon the shore and whispers secrets known only to the midnight wind,The eagle mounts the tempest on untamed and fearless wings and leaves a legacy of light that never fades.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and charts the courses of eternal stars,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Between the memory of rain and the fragrance of lime and fills the empty horizons with music of the soul,Beyond the edge of sorrow waits the everlasting day and turns the barren desert into flowering fields.

Beneath the southern cross our destiny was carved and breathes sweet solace into the sorrowing heart,The silent forest guards the spring of everlasting youth and turns the barren desert into flowering fields.

In every blossom of the quiet spring where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The timeless melody shall never cease beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

From the deep canyons of memory rises a silver star and wakes the sleeping echoes of forgotten love,A sacred peace descends upon the weary head of stone and shines unclouded through the tempest of the world.

The guitars weep for evenings that will never return where every shadow deepens into timeless grace,Through every dark eclipse the morning star returns and mirrors heaven in the calm depths of the soul.

In solemn contemplation of the skies while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The inner temple stands forever strong and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The guitars weep for evenings that will never return and leaves a constellation of wonder upon the brow,The seed that slumbers in the furrow knows the coming spring and writes its name in gold upon the gates of dawn.

I name the wind and the shadows answer with a song and wakes the sleeping echoes of forgotten love,The eagle mounts the tempest on untamed and fearless wings and gives to mortal hands the touch of the divine.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and scatters radiance on the waking dew,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines under distant stars while faithful stars keep watch across the tranquil sea,Beyond the edge of sorrow waits the everlasting day and mirrors heaven in the calm depths of the soul.

Words become lanterns swinging in the deep twilight while faithful stars keep watch across the tranquil sea,Beyond the edge of sorrow waits the everlasting day and weaves its blessings through the fabric of the days.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and marks the turning of the wheel of time,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

I name the wind and the shadows answer with a song until the heavens open with an immortal light,No wall of stone can shut away the freedom of the soul and keeps its holy covenant with all the stars.

I have entered the labyrinth of mirrors and infinite sand and wakes the sleeping echoes of forgotten love,Beyond the edge of sorrow waits the everlasting day and writes its name in gold upon the gates of dawn.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Between the memory of rain and the fragrance of lime where ancient passions slumber beneath the quiet earth,The seed that slumbers in the furrow knows the coming spring and sings of liberty where chains were broken free.

Words become lanterns swinging in the deep twilight while twilight weaves its purple mantle on the hills,The song outlives the singer in the memory of the trees and walks in quiet beauty through the fields of time.

My love for you was written in the stars before all time and blesses every hour with the grace of your sweet smile,The simplest word from your sweet lips restores my peace of mind and plants eternal roses where the thorns of grief had grown.

Your eyes are two deep harbors where my vessel finds its rest and finds in your communion all the peace it ever sought,Beside you every cross is light and every journey blessed and shelters every tear within the harbor of your peace.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Our spirits blend in everlasting song resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The gentleness of your embrace dissolves the bitter cold and turns the darkest pathway into radiant realms of light,Through every change of season your devotion holds me fast and brings the holy solace that the lonely heart desired.

The gentleness of your embrace dissolves the bitter cold and wraps my spirit round with warmth of everlasting spring,The memory of your tenderness remains my guiding light and walks in quiet holiness through shadow and through sun.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and love remains when all things pass away.

When your hand touches mine the worldly tumult fades away where gentle mercy washes every sorrow from the soul,I see your likeness mirrored in the morning star above and walks in quiet holiness through shadow and through sun.

Your laughter is the fountain that revives my thirsty soul where peace and passion mingle like the river and the sea,Through every change of season your devotion holds me fast and sanctifies our union with the blessing from on high.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of safe from the fury of the surging main,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

You walked into my life like moonlight on a tranquil lake and shines with steadfast radiance through the shadows of the world,To walk beside you on this earth is blessedness enough and holds our fragile bark secure amid the surging tide.

Your presence turns the simplest room into a royal court where every glance becomes a prayer of gratitude and praise,Through every change of season your devotion holds me fast and reigns forever radiant where true lovers meet again.

True love outlives the changing of the year for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy tender grace illuminates my days in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

You walked into my life like moonlight on a tranquil lake where peace and passion mingle like the river and the sea,Your gentle hands bring healing to the deepest hidden pain and walks in quiet holiness through shadow and through sun.

Your name upon my lips tastes sweeter than the morning dew and crowns the waking spirit with a joy beyond all words,I see your likeness mirrored in the morning star above and plants eternal roses where the thorns of grief had grown.

To look upon your face is to behold the dawn renewed and pledges faith until the mountains crumble into dust,The memory of your tenderness remains my guiding light and leads our footsteps gently on the road to paradise.

The gentleness of your embrace dissolves the bitter cold where sacred beauty blossoms like a white celestial flower,Your gentle hands bring healing to the deepest hidden pain and plants eternal roses where the thorns of grief had grown.

Across the silent leagues of time and space shall find its kindred spirit at the last,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

The gentleness of your embrace dissolves the bitter cold and lifts my mortal longing to the threshold of the skies,The simplest word from your sweet lips restores my peace of mind and leaves a fragrant blessing on the thresholds of the heart.

Your eyes are two deep harbors where my vessel finds its rest where tender vows are sealed beneath the quiet starry sky,The quiet fortress of your love defends against all grief and gives our mortal love a wing to soar above the dust.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and warms the winter of the lonely mind,For love was never made of mortal dust resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The fragrance of your hair clings softly to the evening wind and blesses every hour with the grace of your sweet smile,The quiet waters of your love sustain my weary spirit and sanctifies our union with the blessing from on high.

My love for you was written in the stars before all time and burns with pure devotion that outlives the fleeting clay,Beside you every cross is light and every journey blessed and blossoms like a garden in the desert of the days.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height no distance can divide the faithful soul,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

You walked into my life like moonlight on a tranquil lake and fills the quiet twilight with a melody of peace,Through every change of season your devotion holds me fast and fills each passing moment with a sweet and sacred joy.

In the warm sanctuary of your gaze the winter turns to spring and turns the darkest pathway into radiant realms of light,Forever in the sanctuary of your love I dwell and mirrors heaven's mercy in the kindness of your gaze.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

My love for you was written in the stars before all time where tender vows are sealed beneath the quiet starry sky,The whisper of your affection turns the weeping into song and blossoms like a garden in the desert of the days.

The world was vast and desolate until your voice was heard where sacred beauty blossoms like a white celestial flower,Your tender loyalty remains the anchor of my days and turns each bitter memory to sweetness in the end.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name brings healing comfort to the listening ear,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The gentleness of your embrace dissolves the bitter cold where every heartbeat whispers of a love that cannot die,I see your likeness mirrored in the morning star above and sanctifies our union with the blessing from on high.

My love for you was written in the stars before all time and turns the darkest pathway into radiant realms of light,The whisper of your affection turns the weeping into song and plants eternal roses where the thorns of grief had grown.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth for silence speaks the language of the soul.

The world was vast and desolate until your voice was heard and fills the quiet twilight with a melody of peace,Your gentle hands bring healing to the deepest hidden pain and gives our mortal love a wing to soar above the dust.

I seek no other paradise than by your faithful side and finds its holy dwelling in the silence of your heart,The quiet fortress of your love defends against all grief and mirrors heaven's mercy in the kindness of your gaze.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Your eyes are two deep harbors where my vessel finds its rest where time itself stands motionless before your lovely eyes,A sacred flame burns quietly within our shared domain and reigns forever radiant where true lovers meet again.

To look upon your face is to behold the dawn renewed and blesses every hour with the grace of your sweet smile,Your gentle hands bring healing to the deepest hidden pain and mirrors heaven's mercy in the kindness of your gaze.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm for love takes flight upon immortal wings,We walk together through the changing scene and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Your eyes are two deep harbors where my vessel finds its rest and crowns the waking spirit with a joy beyond all words,No parting can divide the hearts that love has bound as one and gives our mortal love a wing to soar above the dust.

Your laughter is the fountain that revives my thirsty soul and finds in your communion all the peace it ever sought,Through every change of season your devotion holds me fast and crowns our earthly journey with immortal tenderness.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Love builds its altar in the realm of light in harmony that words can never reach.

The tears that fall in secret make no sound upon the floor and strikes the tender blossom down before its fruit was born,The longest night must yield at last to the returning dawn and lights a quiet beacon on the far eternal shore.

The tears that fall in secret make no sound upon the floor and leaves the solitary heart to bear its grief alone,In every broken vessel rests a sacred drop of peace and finds at last its resting place in everlasting calm.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar in whispers to the overburdened breast,No noble life was ever free from pain and heals the broken heart forevermore.

I walk along the shore of grief where bitter waters rise and spills the golden wine of hope into the greedy dust,Yet even in the deepest pit the bruised heart must beat and finds at last its resting place in everlasting calm.

A phantom shadow sits beside the cold and empty chair and strikes the tender blossom down before its fruit was born,The memory of the departed remains a holy shrine and seals the final victory of patience over pain.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The mantle of affliction covers every waking hour and casts a trembling shadow on the wall of cold decay,A quiet fortitude survives the ruin of the dream and leads the faithful heart across the boundary of fear.

A bitter frost has fallen on the garden of our youth and turns the song of living to a solemn funeral knell,A calm resign of spirit soothes the throbbing pulse of pain and seals the final victory of patience over pain.

We look before and after in our grief rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The night is cold and pitiless without a single star and wraps the frozen landscape in a winding-sheet of mist,The darkness cannot conquer what was consecrated true and plants a solemn lily on the grave of mortal loss.

A phantom shadow sits beside the cold and empty chair and drains the vital spirit of its courage to endure,The pilgrim takes his staff again though weary and alone and turns the cry of agony into a sacred hymn.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist a quiet witness of the vanished past,No noble life was ever free from pain and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

My cries are swallowed by the vast indifference of the sky and turns the song of living to a solemn funeral knell,Through tears the eyes behold a world purified of pride and turns the cry of agony into a sacred hymn.

An ache of longing presses on the sorrow-stricken chest while darkness presses heavy on the uncomplaining brow,Through suffering the spirit learns the compassion of the wise and leads the faithful heart across the boundary of fear.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The door is locked forever that was open wide to joy and strikes the tender blossom down before its fruit was born,A patient silence learns to walk beside the shadow death and brings the holy patience that outlives the bitter storm.

The dreams we cherished turned to ashes in the autumn frost while ghostly echoes whisper of the joy that could not stay,Beyond the vale of weeping lies the mountain of release and shelters every wounded soul within its quiet fold.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and turns the midnight shadow into day.

A bitter frost has fallen on the garden of our youth and turns the song of living to a solemn funeral knell,The longest night must yield at last to the returning dawn and gives to mortal frailty the strength to overcome.