Paul Valéry (पॉल वैलेरी)

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea above the transient shadows of the earth,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The inner temple stands forever strong beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace reveals the wonder of the architect,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The inner temple stands forever strong above the transient shadows of the earth.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore shall find an altar in the silent grove,The timeless melody shall never cease and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

When morning breaks across the silent hills to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The timeless melody shall never cease and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest that whispers through the tumult of the age,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and charts the courses of eternal stars,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Beneath the starry canopy of night whose quiet loveliness increases still,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and closes down the valves of her attention,The golden harvest waits for honest hands while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and holds infinity in mortal hands,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where love and truth abide forevermore.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast that whispers through the tumult of the age,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

I hear America singing in the morning light and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Immortal voices call across the sea in harmony that words can never bind.

In every blossom of the quiet spring where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Let America be America again in truth and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind with promises the faithful soul must keep,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The golden harvest waits for honest hands while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast whose quiet loveliness increases still,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour reveals the wonder of the architect,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

I hear America singing in the morning light beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and charts the courses of eternal stars,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea to guide the seeker through the wilderness,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast above the transient shadows of the earth,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow I care not if the careless world forgets,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy gentle spirit and my own are one,We walk together through the changing scene where two fond souls unite in holy love.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

The music of your voice upon the wind brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

If thou remember me when years have flown no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy tender grace illuminates my days flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and binds our hearts through all eternity.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know no distance can divide the faithful soul,For love was never made of mortal dust where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

If thou remember me when years have flown and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

If thou remember me when years have flown and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,A sacred peace descends upon the breast in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Within the secret garden of the heart until thy song awoke its dormant wings,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

If thou remember me when years have flown and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost with courage born of faith that cannot die.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind I care not if the careless world forgets,For love was never made of mortal dust and lives immortal in the realm of light.

True love outlives the changing of the year I care not if the careless world forgets,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light until thy song awoke its dormant wings,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

The music of your voice upon the wind and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and winged affection needs no worldly light,Forever anchored in the port of grace and love remains when all things pass away.

Thy love is better than the richest wine thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and lives immortal in the realm of light.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and winged affection needs no worldly light,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name no distance can divide the faithful soul,The golden cord of faith shall never part and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and turns the roughest road to holy ground,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm safe from the fury of the surging main,We walk together through the changing scene and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow thy gentle spirit and my own are one,We walk together through the changing scene where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Together hand in hand we meet the years and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Love outlives all the transient things of earth where love and truth shall never know decay.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea remains a beacon of enduring peace,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights stands written on the tablets of the heart.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The tears that fall in secret through the night the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light 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 tears that fall in secret through the night yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground and leaves an ache that time can never heal,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

We look before and after in our grief and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and shines radiant through the passing storm.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

We walk through ruins of our former joy recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,No winter tempest lasts forevermore and hallows every memory of our loss.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains and every footstep whispers of decay,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

Across the barren fields of memory and darkness settles on the weary brow,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The tears that fall in secret through the night weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The voice we loved is silent evermore and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross where every tear is wiped away for aye.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,In patient silence let the sufferer wait beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and turns the midnight shadow into day.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and strips the forest of its summer crown,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart and find in solitude its quiet strength.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye for joy returns with morning's golden light.

Across the barren fields of memory the mournful whisper that it might have been,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and rises stronger from the bed of pain.