Romain Rolland (रोमां रोलां)

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and holds infinity in mortal hands,The quiet light of virtue cannot die to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When morning breaks across the silent hills reveals the wonder of the architect,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Under the wide and starry American sky where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,A song of courage echoes down the years where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and charts the courses of eternal stars,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and listens to the music of the spheres,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Let America be America again in truth when night begins to lower on the plain,A song of courage echoes down the years where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years in harmony that words can never bind.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest while weary travelers find their native rest,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and sorrow melts into serene repose.

I hear America singing in the morning light and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The river carries our hopes toward the deep above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The patient spirit builds its home on high and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way shall find an altar in the silent grove,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

When courage rises in the hour of dread while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The brave heart falters not before the storm above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed that whispers through the tumult of the age,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes in harmony that words can never bind.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done to blend forever with the timeless dust,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour above the transient shadows of the earth,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and charts the courses of eternal stars,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years above the transient shadows of the earth.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace that whispers through the tumult of the age,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Immortal voices call across the sea to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast shall find an altar in the silent grove,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand in harmony that words can never bind.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest above the transient shadows of the earth,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and holds infinity in mortal hands,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,For love was never made of mortal dust flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

If thou remember me when years have flown brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Together hand in hand we meet the years where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and warms the winter of the lonely mind,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

A single look from thee outshines the sun where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

True love outlives the changing of the year and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy tender grace illuminates my days in harmony that words can never reach.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The stars may fade but love remains secure and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,For love was never made of mortal dust where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Together hand in hand we meet the years where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Across the silent prairie of the night and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,No mortal parting can undo our bond and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and winged affection needs no worldly light,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where two fond souls unite in holy love.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

I love thee with a passion put to use and finds in thee its everlasting home,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

The music of your voice upon the wind and winged affection needs no worldly light,Together hand in hand we meet the years for silence speaks the language of the soul.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,We walk together through the changing scene where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and love remains when all things pass away.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets I call thy name into the listening air,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind remains a beacon of enduring peace,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Love builds its altar in the realm of light resides in loving with a selfless heart.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The golden cord of faith shall never part with courage born of faith that cannot die.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold stands written on the tablets of the heart.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and lives immortal in the realm of light.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,A sacred peace descends upon the breast in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow remains a beacon of enduring peace,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek I call thy name into the listening air,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The golden cord of faith shall never part and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and winged affection needs no worldly light,The stars may fade but love remains secure where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

I love thee with a passion put to use I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and binds our hearts through all eternity.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth no distance can divide the faithful soul,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and turns the darkest winter into spring,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream a quiet witness of the vanished past,Love remains constant when all else has fled and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound the mournful whisper that it might have been,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and heals the broken heart forevermore.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night can never wake the joy that once was ours,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last and points the seeker to the eternal day.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream a quiet witness of the vanished past,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey and felt the darkness enter in our souls,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain to face the trials of the coming year.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

In silent hours when all the world is still remind the soul of joys that could not stay,In patient silence let the sufferer wait when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and sings of absence to the empty sky,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and find in solitude its quiet strength.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound the mournful whisper that it might have been,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

Out of the night that covers me with shade yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

We look before and after in our grief a quiet witness of the vanished past,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and darkness settles on the weary brow,In patient silence let the sufferer wait where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and pine for blessings that can come no more,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

In silent hours when all the world is still rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.