Philip Larkin (फिलिप लार्किन)

The sacred spark that burns within the breast where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where love and truth abide forevermore.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and holds infinity in mortal hands,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and sorrow melts into serene repose.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods reveals the wonder of the architect,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and charts the courses of eternal stars,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night above the transient shadows of the earth.

When courage rises in the hour of dread whose quiet loveliness increases still,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The timeless melody shall never cease and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and peace remains when all things fade away.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The inner temple stands forever strong in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Along the winding pathways of our years while weary travelers find their native rest,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore shall find an altar in the silent grove,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and holds infinity in mortal hands,The timeless melody shall never cease to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

When morning breaks across the silent hills where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and peace remains when all things fade away.

Along the winding pathways of our years shall find an altar in the silent grove,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and peace remains when all things fade away.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and holds infinity in mortal hands,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and listens to the music of the spheres,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Along the winding pathways of our years while weary travelers find their native rest,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When morning breaks across the silent hills where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

When morning breaks across the silent hills where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The patient spirit builds its home on high and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while weary travelers find their native rest,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and holds infinity in mortal hands,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The inner temple stands forever strong and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall above the transient shadows of the earth.

In solemn contemplation of the skies reveals the wonder of the architect,Immortal voices call across the sea and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and holds infinity in mortal hands,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while weary travelers find their native rest,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night in harmony that words can never bind.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth where honor shines with unextinguished ray,A noble purpose sanctifies our days in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies above the transient shadows of the earth.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep whose quiet loveliness increases still,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep reveals the wonder of the architect,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and sorrow melts into serene repose.

True love outlives the changing of the year I care not if the careless world forgets,For love was never made of mortal dust and leads us gently to the promised peace.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and finds in thee its everlasting home,Forever anchored in the port of grace and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The music of your voice upon the wind and finds in thee its everlasting home,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lives immortal in the realm of light.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,For love was never made of mortal dust flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and leads us gently to the promised peace.

If thou remember me when years have flown brings healing comfort to the listening ear,For love was never made of mortal dust resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The stars may fade but love remains secure and leads us gently to the promised peace.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Forever anchored in the port of grace where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and winged affection needs no worldly light,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height no distance can divide the faithful soul,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Together hand in hand we meet the years where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and finds in thee its everlasting home,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Two streams that mingle in a single tide in harmony that words can never reach.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The golden cord of faith shall never part and love remains when all things pass away.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and finds in thee its everlasting home,Forever anchored in the port of grace and love remains when all things pass away.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where weary wanderers find their native rest.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name when feeling reaches for the grace divine,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,We walk together through the changing scene and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Together hand in hand we meet the years and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The music of your voice upon the wind and finds in thee its everlasting home,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Across the silent leagues of time and space burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,For love was never made of mortal dust and lives immortal in the realm of light.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain until the shadows flee before the dawn.

True love outlives the changing of the year and warms the winter of the lonely mind,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide I care not if the careless world forgets,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The stars may fade but love remains secure and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Together hand in hand we meet the years and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The music of your voice upon the wind and warms the winter of the lonely mind,For love was never made of mortal dust with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of shall find its kindred spirit at the last,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

If thou remember me when years have flown safe from the fury of the surging main,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where two fond souls unite in holy love.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell to bless the lives of others in their need.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and pine for blessings that can come no more,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

Out of the night that covers me with shade the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone and every footstep whispers of decay,In patient silence let the sufferer wait to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The heavy burden that the silent bear yet feels the deepest agony of earth,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and heals the broken heart forevermore.

Across the barren fields of memory the wandering footsteps find no resting place,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The heavy burden that the silent bear lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

Out of the night that covers me with shade and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,A quiet courage rises from our tears for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,In patient silence let the sufferer wait to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream the mournful whisper that it might have been,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame are counted by the angels of our grief,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and heals the broken heart forevermore.