Ray Bradbury (रे ब्रैडबरी)

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,A golden morning breaks upon the hill where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and closes down the valves of her attention,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

When courage rises in the hour of dread above the transient shadows of the earth,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Under the wide and starry American sky life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high where all mankind shall find their common home.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and fills the silence with immortal song.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight whose quiet loveliness increases still,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Under the wide and starry American sky to blend forever with the timeless dust,Honor remains when monuments decay while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The inner temple stands forever strong beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,A song of courage echoes down the years and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and charts the courses of eternal stars,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and looks on harbor and city silent still,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

When morning breaks across the silent hills where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The brave heart falters not before the storm to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

The soul selects her own society of grace where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast whose quiet loveliness increases still,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The prairie wind carries the ancient name above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Under the wide and starry American sky and then from heart to heart excuses grief,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and looks on harbor and city silent still,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Let America be America again in truth to blend forever with the timeless dust,Honor remains when monuments decay and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Honor remains when monuments decay and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood with promises the faithful soul must keep,Honor remains when monuments decay while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Honor remains when monuments decay and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire in harmony that words can never bind.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth when night begins to lower on the plain,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Honor remains when monuments decay and lights a candle in the darkening world.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and lights a candle in the darkening world.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep while weary travelers find their native rest,Immortal voices call across the sea and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and looks on harbor and city silent still,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and fills the silence with immortal song.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Freedom endures within the upright mind to guide our children on the righteous path.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

I hear America singing in the morning light and looks on harbor and city silent still,Freedom endures within the upright mind and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Freedom endures within the upright mind and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Together hand in hand we meet the years and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light I call thy name into the listening air,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and holds us fast against the changing tide.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and turns the darkest winter into spring,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and guides me safely to the haven sought.

If thou remember me when years have flown burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The golden cord of faith shall never part in harmony that words can never reach.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and turns the roughest road to holy ground,The quiet music of thy love remains and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea I call thy name into the listening air,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep I call thy name into the listening air,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,No mortal parting can undo our bond and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests safe from the fury of the surging main,Two streams that mingle in a single tide with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and turns the darkest winter into spring,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Forever anchored in the port of grace where two fond souls unite in holy love.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and found it radiant in thy quiet face,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart in harmony that words can never reach.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light I keep my vigil with thy memory near,No mortal parting can undo our bond and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,The quiet music of thy love remains and binds our hearts through all eternity.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and finds in thee its everlasting home,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea remains a beacon of enduring peace,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind I keep my vigil with thy memory near,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and finds in thee its everlasting home,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and love remains when all things pass away.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and guides me safely to the haven sought.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Together hand in hand we meet the years where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Within the secret garden of the heart that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind no distance can divide the faithful soul,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth in harmony that words can never reach.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years where love and truth shall never know decay.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy tender grace illuminates my days until the shadows flee before the dawn.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire can never wake the joy that once was ours,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

The lamp flickers low within the room and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,The twilight passes into eternal dawn until he reaches freedom's open shore.

Across the barren fields of memory weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The voice we loved is silent evermore and strips the forest of its summer crown,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and count the treasures that we held in vain,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart to face the morrow with an upright brow.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

The ship sailed outward never to return and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame and every footstep whispers of decay,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and turns the midnight shadow into day.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough can never wake the joy that once was ours,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith and hallows every memory of our loss.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and leaves an ache that time can never heal,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Love remains constant when all else has fled for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head and felt the darkness enter in our souls,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace to face the morrow with an upright brow.

Across the barren fields of memory the mournful whisper that it might have been,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,The aching soul shall find its native rest where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.