Samuel Johnson (डॉ. सैमुअल जॉनसन)

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and sorrow melts into serene repose.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and holds infinity in mortal hands,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep reveals the wonder of the architect,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed above the transient shadows of the earth,The quiet light of virtue cannot die to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and charts the courses of eternal stars,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and charts the courses of eternal stars,The patient spirit builds its home on high and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

In solemn contemplation of the skies while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The timeless melody shall never cease and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Along the winding pathways of our years and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

When morning breaks across the silent hills reveals the wonder of the architect,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and charts the courses of eternal stars,Immortal voices call across the sea and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The inner temple stands forever strong while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and holds infinity in mortal hands,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell above the transient shadows of the earth,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Along the winding pathways of our years while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore that whispers through the tumult of the age,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and peace remains when all things fade away.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace that whispers through the tumult of the age,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Beneath the starry canopy of night whose quiet loveliness increases still,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The timeless melody shall never cease where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

In every blossom of the quiet spring where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The patient spirit builds its home on high above the transient shadows of the earth.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell that whispers through the tumult of the age,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and listens to the music of the spheres,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Along the winding pathways of our years and holds infinity in mortal hands,The inner temple stands forever strong and sorrow melts into serene repose.

In every blossom of the quiet spring above the transient shadows of the earth,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Immortal voices call across the sea and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The timeless melody shall never cease to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The patient spirit builds its home on high and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where love and truth abide forevermore.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and charts the courses of eternal stars,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The inner temple stands forever strong and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and leads us gently to the promised peace.

If thou remember me when years have flown of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Forever anchored in the port of grace and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and lives immortal in the realm of light.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Together hand in hand we meet the years resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom no distance can divide the faithful soul,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart in harmony that words can never reach.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and lives immortal in the realm of light.

True love outlives the changing of the year no distance can divide the faithful soul,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth in harmony that words can never reach.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn I care not if the careless world forgets,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,The stars may fade but love remains secure where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

She walks in beauty like the starry night my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,For love was never made of mortal dust flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn safe from the fury of the surging main,Forever anchored in the port of grace and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of for love takes flight upon immortal wings,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

The music of your voice upon the wind when feeling reaches for the grace divine,We walk together through the changing scene resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart no distance can divide the faithful soul,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain with courage born of faith that cannot die.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,The golden cord of faith shall never part and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Together hand in hand we meet the years and love remains when all things pass away.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Together hand in hand we meet the years and love remains when all things pass away.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and winged affection needs no worldly light,We walk together through the changing scene for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,For love was never made of mortal dust and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and leads us gently to the promised peace.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Across the silent leagues of time and space shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light in harmony that words can never reach.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests 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 faithful presence through the darkening gloom shall find its kindred spirit at the last,We walk together through the changing scene and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Thy tender grace illuminates my days resides in loving with a selfless heart.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and leads us gently to the promised peace.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun I care not if the careless world forgets,For love was never made of mortal dust and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

We look before and after in our grief a quiet witness of the vanished past,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep for joy returns with morning's golden light.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone a quiet witness of the vanished past,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The heavy burden that the silent bear the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and heals the broken heart forevermore.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The tears that fall in secret through the night remind the soul of joys that could not stay,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain for joy returns with morning's golden light.

Across the barren fields of memory and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The heavy burden that the silent bear weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The tears that fall in secret through the night remind the soul of joys that could not stay,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love to face the trials of the coming year.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk yet feels the deepest agony of earth,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame and every footstep whispers of decay,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and folds the traveler in its native calm.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

In silent hours when all the world is still and darkness settles on the weary brow,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame the mournful whisper that it might have been,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest until the pilgrim reaches native ground.