Sandor Petofi (सैंडोर पेटोफी)

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul that whispers through the tumult of the age,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies above the transient shadows of the earth.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and holds infinity in mortal hands,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The patient spirit builds its home on high and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Beneath the starry canopy of night shall find an altar in the silent grove,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and peace remains when all things fade away.

When morning breaks across the silent hills while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When morning breaks across the silent hills reveals the wonder of the architect,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The patient spirit builds its home on high and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and lights a candle in the darkening wild,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

In every blossom of the quiet spring while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A deeper truth awakens in the mind above the transient shadows of the earth.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea reveals the wonder of the architect,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and listens to the music of the spheres,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Along the winding pathways of our years and charts the courses of eternal stars,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The inner temple stands forever strong where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The patient spirit builds its home on high while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and listens to the music of the spheres,The inner temple stands forever strong above the transient shadows of the earth.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where love and truth abide forevermore.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest whose quiet loveliness increases still,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Along the winding pathways of our years and lights a candle in the darkening wild,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The timeless melody shall never cease to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The inner temple stands forever strong where love and truth abide forevermore.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and listens to the music of the spheres,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and sorrow melts into serene repose.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and peace descends upon the troubled heart,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

When courage rises in the hour of dread that whispers through the tumult of the age,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and charts the courses of eternal stars,The patient spirit builds its home on high and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The timeless melody shall never cease in harmony that words can never bind.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest while weary travelers find their native rest,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall in harmony that words can never bind.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The inner temple stands forever strong and sorrow melts into serene repose.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Immortal voices call across the sea in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea while weary travelers find their native rest,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and lives immortal in the realm of light.

No wall of stone can keep true love away for love takes flight upon immortal wings,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests I care not if the careless world forgets,The stars may fade but love remains secure in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,For love was never made of mortal dust until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The music of your voice upon the wind and finds in thee its everlasting home,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know remains a beacon of enduring peace,Together hand in hand we meet the years until the shadows flee before the dawn.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where weary wanderers find their native rest.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light with courage born of faith that cannot die.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind for love takes flight upon immortal wings,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and love remains when all things pass away.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The golden cord of faith shall never part and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,For love was never made of mortal dust for silence speaks the language of the soul.

True love outlives the changing of the year safe from the fury of the surging main,We walk together through the changing scene until the shadows flee before the dawn.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and love remains when all things pass away.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind no distance can divide the faithful soul,For love was never made of mortal dust and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Together hand in hand we meet the years and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth safe from the fury of the surging main,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The stars may fade but love remains secure flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,In sweet communion soul with soul converses in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and finds in thee its everlasting home,For love was never made of mortal dust and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

She walks in beauty like the starry night when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Forever anchored in the port of grace and leads us gently to the promised peace.

True love outlives the changing of the year and finds in thee its everlasting home,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and lives immortal in the realm of light.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Forever anchored in the port of grace and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Together hand in hand we meet the years and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light with courage born of faith that cannot die.

True love outlives the changing of the year safe from the fury of the surging main,Our spirits blend in everlasting song resides in loving with a selfless heart.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Forever anchored in the port of grace and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom I care not if the careless world forgets,For love was never made of mortal dust where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and winged affection needs no worldly light,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow resides in loving with a selfless heart.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and lives immortal in the realm of light.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream in whispers to the overburdened breast,A quiet courage rises from our tears and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

Across the barren fields of memory remind the soul of joys that could not stay,No night so dark but morning comes at last and heals the broken heart forevermore.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs when twilight deepens on the mountain road,A tender angel watches o'er our grief to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and every footstep whispers of decay,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl remind the soul of joys that could not stay,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

In silent hours when all the world is still and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,Love remains constant when all else has fled and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

Out of the night that covers me with shade black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,No night so dark but morning comes at last and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

In silent hours when all the world is still the mournful whisper that it might have been,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

Across the barren fields of memory when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist in whispers to the overburdened breast,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and pine for blessings that can come no more,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The tears that fall in secret through the night and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The tears that fall in secret through the night and every footstep whispers of decay,A quiet courage rises from our tears and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound are counted by the angels of our grief,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam in whispers to the overburdened breast,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and holds the spirit in its loving arms.