Rainer Maria Rilke (राइनर मारिया रिल्के)

Along the winding pathways of our years whose quiet loveliness increases still,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul whose quiet loveliness increases still,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and closes down the valves of her attention,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and peace remains when all things fade away.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and closes down the valves of her attention,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where love and truth abide forevermore.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where love and truth abide forevermore.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and lights a candle in the darkening world.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest reveals the wonder of the architect,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour while weary travelers find their native rest,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and looks on harbor and city silent still,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and peace descends upon the troubled heart,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Immortal voices call across the sea and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

In solemn contemplation of the skies outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The golden harvest waits for honest hands to guide our children on the righteous path.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The inner temple stands forever strong where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,In every breast a spark of heaven glows to guide our children on the righteous path.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where love and truth abide forevermore.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The golden harvest waits for those who toil while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

I hear America singing in the morning light and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and fills the silence with immortal song.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and charts the courses of eternal stars,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth when night begins to lower on the plain,Honor remains when monuments decay to guide our children on the righteous path.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth whose quiet loveliness increases still,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild to guide our children on the righteous path.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace with promises the faithful soul must keep,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Under the wide and starry American sky to blend forever with the timeless dust,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore whose quiet loveliness increases still,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

In every blossom of the quiet spring while weary travelers find their native rest,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The soul selects her own society of grace while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour shall find an altar in the silent grove,The timeless melody shall never cease and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and sorrow melts into serene repose.

She walks in beauty like the starry night can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name for love takes flight upon immortal wings,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Within the secret garden of the heart and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Together hand in hand we meet the years where two fond souls unite in holy love.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and binds our hearts through all eternity.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart until the shadows flee before the dawn.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and warms the winter of the lonely mind,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where two fond souls unite in holy love.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet where love and truth shall never know decay.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

She walks in beauty like the starry night burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The golden cord of faith shall never part where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Forever in thy presence I abide where love and truth shall never know decay.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Across the silent leagues of time and space I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Together hand in hand we meet the years and love remains when all things pass away.

The music of your voice upon the wind and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

If thou remember me when years have flown and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and winged affection needs no worldly light,Two streams that mingle in a single tide in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Love builds its altar in the realm of light for silence speaks the language of the soul.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and love remains when all things pass away.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy gentle spirit and my own are one,We walk together through the changing scene and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth safe from the fury of the surging main,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy sacred image dwells forevermore,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where two fond souls unite in holy love.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky where love and truth shall never know decay.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and finds in thee its everlasting home,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl the mournful whisper that it might have been,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and turns the midnight shadow into day.

We walk through ruins of our former joy are known to heaven though the world be blind,The quiet grave receives our weary dust until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame in whispers to the overburdened breast,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Love remains constant when all else has fled and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night where sorrow sits in solemn company,The twilight passes into eternal dawn where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray to face the trials of the coming year.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,The night is long but morning must return and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place the mournful whisper that it might have been,A tender angel watches o'er our grief to face the trials of the coming year.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground and sings of absence to the empty sky,Time softens anguish into sacred calm and find in solitude its quiet strength.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame remind the soul of joys that could not stay,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands are known to heaven though the world be blind,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains and every footstep whispers of decay,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and shines radiant through the passing storm.

In silent hours when all the world is still remind the soul of joys that could not stay,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and leaves an ache that time can never heal,No winter tempest lasts forevermore and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace until the pilgrim reaches native ground.