Rudyard Kipling (रुडयार्ड किपलिंग)

To see a World in a grain of golden sand shall find an altar in the silent grove,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and peace remains when all things fade away.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and peace remains when all things fade away.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The timeless melody shall never cease to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and marks the turning of the wheel of time,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest while weary travelers find their native rest,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where love and truth abide forevermore.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand in harmony that words can never bind.

Along the winding pathways of our years and listens to the music of the spheres,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The inner temple stands forever strong and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and listens to the music of the spheres,The patient spirit builds its home on high above the transient shadows of the earth.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief above the transient shadows of the earth.

In solemn contemplation of the skies where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace while weary travelers find their native rest,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and holds infinity in mortal hands,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and peace remains when all things fade away.

When morning breaks across the silent hills while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The timeless melody shall never cease where love and truth abide forevermore.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace reveals the wonder of the architect,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where love and truth abide forevermore.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and listens to the music of the spheres,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while weary travelers find their native rest,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

In every blossom of the quiet spring above the transient shadows of the earth,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

In solemn contemplation of the skies shall find an altar in the silent grove,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The golden harvest waits for those who toil in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

In every blossom of the quiet spring to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest above the transient shadows of the earth,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth with promises the faithful soul must keep,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When morning breaks across the silent hills above the transient shadows of the earth,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and holds infinity in mortal hands,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where love and truth abide forevermore.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and charts the courses of eternal stars,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow in harmony that words can never bind.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and find their heaven in each other's eyes,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy until the shadows flee before the dawn.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat I care not if the careless world forgets,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy in harmony that words can never reach.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart safe from the fury of the surging main,The golden cord of faith shall never part and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name safe from the fury of the surging main,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and love remains when all things pass away.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and winged affection needs no worldly light,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know safe from the fury of the surging main,The golden cord of faith shall never part and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Two streams that mingle in a single tide in harmony that words can never reach.

True love outlives the changing of the year and warms the winter of the lonely mind,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy gentle spirit and my own are one,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and lives immortal in the realm of light.

No wall of stone can keep true love away brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn safe from the fury of the surging main,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where weary wanderers find their native rest.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and lives immortal in the realm of light.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The purest joy that mortal life can yield until the shadows flee before the dawn.

If thou remember me when years have flown and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy with courage born of faith that cannot die.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,We walk together through the changing scene and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

The music of your voice upon the wind brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Together hand in hand we meet the years with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and find their heaven in each other's eyes,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The stars may fade but love remains secure and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The stars may fade but love remains secure and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where weary wanderers find their native rest.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Together hand in hand we meet the years for silence speaks the language of the soul.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The stars may fade but love remains secure and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,A sacred peace descends upon the breast in harmony that words can never reach.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

In silent hours when all the world is still are counted by the angels of our grief,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

Across the barren fields of memory and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The tears that fall in secret through the night yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and life awakens from the frozen ground.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and folds the traveler in its native calm.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

Out of the night that covers me with shade and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps the mournful whisper that it might have been,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place the mournful whisper that it might have been,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and pine for blessings that can come no more,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray to bless the lives of others in their need.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place remind the soul of joys that could not stay,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar a quiet witness of the vanished past,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and holds the spirit in its loving arms.