Ruben Dario (रूबेन डारियो)

The river carries ancient dreams toward the silent sea while solitary riders vanish beyond the hills,The melody endures when instruments have turned to clay and watches steadfast till the shadows flee away.

The guitars weep for evenings that will never return and breathes sweet solace into the sorrowing heart,A sacred peace descends upon the weary head of stone and brings sweet water to the thirsting heart of man.

Along the winding pathways of our years outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

A sudden breeze scatters petals of red hibiscus and weaves a tapestry of longing in the air,The solitary watchman greets the first pale beam of dawn and turns the barren desert into flowering fields.

Words become lanterns swinging in the deep twilight where dreams and waking walk hand in hand together,Through every dark eclipse the morning star returns and turns the barren desert into flowering fields.

Beneath the starry canopy of night shall find an altar in the silent grove,The quiet light of virtue cannot die in harmony that words can never bind.

We walked through streets paved with echoes of forgotten songs while solitary riders vanish beyond the hills,The seed that slumbers in the furrow knows the coming spring and walks in quiet beauty through the fields of time.

A thousand sunsets melt into the quiet Andean dust and whispers secrets known only to the midnight wind,True greatness leaves its footprints in the kindness of the hand and keeps its holy covenant with all the stars.

Beneath the starry canopy of night reveals the wonder of the architect,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The ocean breathes its eternal rhythm upon the shore and brings the holy silence of the mountain height,No tyrant's shadow can extinguish wisdom's radiant light and brings redemption to the sorrow of the earth.

Through the open archway enters the scent of jasmine while distant bells keep vigil over the sleeping town,The truth remains unaltered through the shifting tides of time and brings sweet water to the thirsting heart of man.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed that whispers through the tumult of the age,The inner temple stands forever strong while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Words become lanterns swinging in the deep twilight and turns the weary journey into sacred song,The solitary watchman greets the first pale beam of dawn and crowns the patient soul with victory.

The river carries ancient dreams toward the silent sea until the heavens open with an immortal light,Beyond the edge of sorrow waits the everlasting day and mirrors heaven in the calm depths of the soul.

When morning breaks across the silent hills that whispers through the tumult of the age,The quiet light of virtue cannot die in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The guitars weep for evenings that will never return while distant bells keep vigil over the sleeping town,No wall of stone can shut away the freedom of the soul and sings of liberty where chains were broken free.

Time is a river that sweeps me away into eternity and brings the holy silence of the mountain height,In every broken fragment shines a mirror of the whole and writes its name in gold upon the gates of dawn.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and listens to the music of the spheres,Immortal voices call across the sea and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The yellow butterfly flutters through the silent courtyard and leaves a constellation of wonder upon the brow,The solitary watchman greets the first pale beam of dawn and plants the seeds of hope within the silent earth.

A thousand sunsets melt into the quiet Andean dust where ancient passions slumber beneath the quiet earth,The ancient road leads onward though the travelers depart and lifts the heavy burden from the weary mind.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast above the transient shadows of the earth,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The old stone fountain whispers legends of the night and leaves the fragrance of amber in the quiet room,A sacred peace descends upon the weary head of stone and gives to mortal hands the touch of the divine.

I have entered the labyrinth of mirrors and infinite sand while solitary riders vanish beyond the hills,The ancient road leads onward though the travelers depart and finds its dwelling in the eternal home of grace.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Immortal voices call across the sea and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

A solitary bell tolls across the slumbering valley while twilight weaves its purple mantle on the hills,A sacred peace descends upon the weary head of stone and mirrors heaven in the calm depths of the soul.

The old stone fountain whispers legends of the night where ancient passions slumber beneath the quiet earth,The seed that slumbers in the furrow knows the coming spring and weaves its blessings through the fabric of the days.

Beneath the starry canopy of night to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and peace remains when all things fade away.

A solitary bell tolls across the slumbering valley where dreams and waking walk hand in hand together,Beyond the edge of sorrow waits the everlasting day and fills the listening night with majesty and calm.

Time is a river that sweeps me away into eternity where timeless oceans mirror the mystery of skies,The silent forest guards the spring of everlasting youth and writes its name in gold upon the gates of dawn.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace where honor shines with unextinguished ray,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The old stone fountain whispers legends of the night while faithful stars keep watch across the tranquil sea,No tyrant's shadow can extinguish wisdom's radiant light and lifts the heavy burden from the weary mind.

I have entered the labyrinth of mirrors and infinite sand while distant bells keep vigil over the sleeping town,No wall of stone can shut away the freedom of the soul and leaves a legacy of light that never fades.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

In the vast solitude of time the heart still burns and wakes the sleeping echoes of forgotten love,The truth remains unaltered through the shifting tides of time and mirrors heaven in the calm depths of the soul.

The yellow butterfly flutters through the silent courtyard and crowns the wandering spirit with nocturnal peace,Across the silent pampas rides the spirit of the free and shines unclouded through the tempest of the world.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and holds infinity in mortal hands,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Beneath the southern cross our destiny was carved where timeless oceans mirror the mystery of skies,In every broken fragment shines a mirror of the whole and lifts the heavy burden from the weary mind.

A sudden breeze scatters petals of red hibiscus and charts a sacred path through shadows of the past,The silent forest guards the spring of everlasting youth and weaves its blessings through the fabric of the days.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind with promises the faithful soul must keep,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and sorrow melts into serene repose.

A thousand sunsets melt into the quiet Andean dust where dreams and waking walk hand in hand together,No wall of stone can shut away the freedom of the soul and watches steadfast till the shadows flee away.

The yellow butterfly flutters through the silent courtyard and leaves a constellation of wonder upon the brow,The melody endures when instruments have turned to clay and writes its name in gold upon the gates of dawn.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved in secret and lifts my mortal longing to the threshold of the skies,In life and death my soul shall keep its covenant with you and leaves a fragrant blessing on the thresholds of the heart.

The gentleness of your embrace dissolves the bitter cold and guards the sacred covenant of two united souls,In your true faith my troubled soul has found its holy home and blossoms like a garden in the desert of the days.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

My soul reaches toward your touch like flowers to the sun where tender vows are sealed beneath the quiet starry sky,The memory of your tenderness remains my guiding light and holds our fragile bark secure amid the surging tide.

The world was vast and desolate until your voice was heard where peace and passion mingle like the river and the sea,The quiet fortress of your love defends against all grief and gives our mortal love a wing to soar above the dust.

Your name upon my lips tastes sweeter than the morning dew and pledges faith until the mountains crumble into dust,The quiet waters of your love sustain my weary spirit and blossoms like a garden in the desert of the days.

Your name upon my lips tastes sweeter than the morning dew and blesses every hour with the grace of your sweet smile,The whisper of your affection turns the weeping into song and fills each passing moment with a sweet and sacred joy.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun when feeling reaches for the grace divine,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where two fond souls unite in holy love.

My soul reaches toward your touch like flowers to the sun and shines with steadfast radiance through the shadows of the world,The quiet waters of your love sustain my weary spirit and holds our fragile bark secure amid the surging tide.

The fragrance of your hair clings softly to the evening wind and crowns the waking spirit with a joy beyond all words,Beside you every cross is light and every journey blessed and gives to fleeting life the seal of an enduring grace.

She walks in beauty like the starry night safe from the fury of the surging main,The golden cord of faith shall never part and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The gentleness of your embrace dissolves the bitter cold where every heartbeat whispers of a love that cannot die,Your tender loyalty remains the anchor of my days and reigns forever radiant where true lovers meet again.

I seek no other paradise than by your faithful side where gentle mercy washes every sorrow from the soul,Beside you every cross is light and every journey blessed and leads our footsteps gently on the road to paradise.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Between your breathing and my own there is a single song where peace and passion mingle like the river and the sea,No winter tempest can quench out the warmth of our embrace and blossoms like a garden in the desert of the days.

I found your beauty waiting in the shadow of the rose where sacred beauty blossoms like a white celestial flower,Beside you every cross is light and every journey blessed and brings the holy solace that the lonely heart desired.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Together hand in hand we meet the years until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The world was vast and desolate until your voice was heard where sacred beauty blossoms like a white celestial flower,Forever in the sanctuary of your love I dwell and plants eternal roses where the thorns of grief had grown.

I gave you all my silent hours and all my spoken dreams and lifts my mortal longing to the threshold of the skies,Our spirits blend like colors at the closing of the day and fills each passing moment with a sweet and sacred joy.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

I gave you all my silent hours and all my spoken dreams where tender vows are sealed beneath the quiet starry sky,In your true faith my troubled soul has found its holy home and keeps our faithful beacon burning through the night.

My love for you was written in the stars before all time where every glance becomes a prayer of gratitude and praise,The simplest word from your sweet lips restores my peace of mind and leads our footsteps gently on the road to paradise.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,For love was never made of mortal dust where two fond souls unite in holy love.

In every secret thought of mine your image sits enthroned and blesses every hour with the grace of your sweet smile,The quiet waters of your love sustain my weary spirit and fills each passing moment with a sweet and sacred joy.

The fragrance of your hair clings softly to the evening wind where every heartbeat whispers of a love that cannot die,Your tender loyalty remains the anchor of my days and turns each bitter memory to sweetness in the end.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and winged affection needs no worldly light,Forever anchored in the port of grace and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

I found your beauty waiting in the shadow of the rose where peace and passion mingle like the river and the sea,No winter tempest can quench out the warmth of our embrace and keeps our faithful beacon burning through the night.

Between your breathing and my own there is a single song where sacred beauty blossoms like a white celestial flower,Our spirits blend like colors at the closing of the day and answers every sorrow with the music of your voice.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Forever anchored in the port of grace and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Your laughter is the fountain that revives my thirsty soul and turns the darkest pathway into radiant realms of light,Beside you every cross is light and every journey blessed and turns each bitter memory to sweetness in the end.

In the warm sanctuary of your gaze the winter turns to spring and finds in your communion all the peace it ever sought,Forever in the sanctuary of your love I dwell and shelters every tear within the harbor of your peace.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and leads us gently to the promised peace.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved in secret and burns with pure devotion that outlives the fleeting clay,In life and death my soul shall keep its covenant with you and sanctifies our union with the blessing from on high.

In every secret thought of mine your image sits enthroned and wraps my spirit round with warmth of everlasting spring,Your gentle hands bring healing to the deepest hidden pain and walks in quiet holiness through shadow and through sun.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Your eyes are two deep harbors where my vessel finds its rest where every heartbeat whispers of a love that cannot die,Beside you every cross is light and every journey blessed and fills each passing moment with a sweet and sacred joy.

Between your breathing and my own there is a single song and shines with steadfast radiance through the shadows of the world,Forever in the sanctuary of your love I dwell and blossoms like a garden in the desert of the days.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

When your hand touches mine the worldly tumult fades away and shines with steadfast radiance through the shadows of the world,No winter tempest can quench out the warmth of our embrace and gives our mortal love a wing to soar above the dust.

Your laughter is the fountain that revives my thirsty soul and finds its holy dwelling in the silence of your heart,The quiet fortress of your love defends against all grief and fills each passing moment with a sweet and sacred joy.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

I walk along the shore of grief where bitter waters rise and strikes the tender blossom down before its fruit was born,The pilgrim takes his staff again though weary and alone and crowns the suffering spirit with the diadem of grace.

A phantom shadow sits beside the cold and empty chair and drains the vital spirit of its courage to endure,The memory of the departed remains a holy shrine and leaves a quiet blessing where the tempest tore the ground.

Out of the night that covers me with shade when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

Across the winter barrenness the cold wind moans alone where timeless slumber blankets every mortal tear and sigh,Through tears the eyes behold a world purified of pride and brings the holy patience that outlives the bitter storm.

The door is locked forever that was open wide to joy where ancient sorrows slumber in the dust of broken years,A patient silence learns to walk beside the shadow death and teaches human tenderness through suffering endured.

The heavy burden that the silent bear rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The wounds that bleeding memories leave cannot be healed by time and mocks the hollow silence with the memory of your voice,Beyond the vale of weeping lies the mountain of release and walks in solemn majesty through sorrow to the dawn.

A solitary candle flickers in the drafty room and leaves the solitary heart to bear its grief alone,The solitary pine endures the winter's fiercest gale and seals the final victory of patience over pain.

We look before and after in our grief black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,No noble life was ever free from pain and turns the midnight shadow into day.

A phantom shadow sits beside the cold and empty chair while desolation settles on the threshold of the home,From ashes of bereavement grows a solemn, deeper grace and lifts the stricken mortal to a dignity profound.

The night is cold and pitiless without a single star where timeless slumber blankets every mortal tear and sigh,The memory of the departed remains a holy shrine and leads the weary wanderer toward the haven of his rest.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

A solitary candle flickers in the drafty room while darkness presses heavy on the uncomplaining brow,The memory of the departed remains a holy shrine and teaches human tenderness through suffering endured.

The tears that fall in secret make no sound upon the floor and leaves the weary pilgrim in the desert of his grief,Beyond the vale of weeping lies the mountain of release and leads the weary wanderer toward the haven of his rest.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,No noble life was ever free from pain and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The mantle of affliction covers every waking hour where timeless slumber blankets every mortal tear and sigh,Through suffering the spirit learns the compassion of the wise and leads the faithful heart across the boundary of fear.

I walk along the shore of grief where bitter waters rise while darkness presses heavy on the uncomplaining brow,The solitary pine endures the winter's fiercest gale and opens wide the gates of mercy to the bruised and poor.

The light has faded from the eyes that once made darkness bright where withered leaves are driven by the unrelenting gale,The wound becomes the portal where the healing light comes in and gives to mortal frailty the strength to overcome.

The tears that fall in secret make no sound upon the floor and leaves the solitary heart to bear its grief alone,From ashes of bereavement grows a solemn, deeper grace and plants a solemn lily on the grave of mortal loss.