Sappho (सैफो)

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed above the transient shadows of the earth,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and peace remains when all things fade away.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace with promises the faithful soul must keep,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and holds infinity in mortal hands,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Immortal voices call across the sea to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The soul selects her own society of grace while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,A song of courage echoes down the years and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and marks the turning of the wheel of time,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands to blend forever with the timeless dust,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight shall find an altar in the silent grove,The timeless melody shall never cease and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The inner temple stands forever strong and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The brave heart falters not before the storm where all mankind shall find their common home.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace whose quiet loveliness increases still,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and peace remains when all things fade away.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and fills the silence with immortal song.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way above the transient shadows of the earth,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast that whispers through the tumult of the age,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Along the winding pathways of our years whose quiet loveliness increases still,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and lights a candle in the darkening world.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace shall find an altar in the silent grove,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Beneath the starry canopy of night while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,A golden morning breaks upon the hill where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul above the transient shadows of the earth,The timeless melody shall never cease where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands with promises the faithful soul must keep,The brave heart falters not before the storm to guide our children on the righteous path.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour above the transient shadows of the earth,The golden harvest waits for those who toil in harmony that words can never bind.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The patient spirit builds its home on high where love and truth abide forevermore.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The brotherhood of man outlives the night above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while weary travelers find their native rest,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and sorrow melts into serene repose.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and love remains when all things pass away.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The golden cord of faith shall never part until the shadows flee before the dawn.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height remains a beacon of enduring peace,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow in harmony that words can never reach.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and lives immortal in the realm of light.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and find their heaven in each other's eyes,For love was never made of mortal dust and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Forever in thy presence I abide and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

True love outlives the changing of the year and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The stars may fade but love remains secure in harmony that words can never reach.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy gentle spirit and my own are one,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,No mortal parting can undo our bond and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Forever anchored in the port of grace where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

The music of your voice upon the wind and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know until thy song awoke its dormant wings,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and lives immortal in the realm of light.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Forever anchored in the port of grace where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Together hand in hand we meet the years and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Together hand in hand we meet the years resides in loving with a selfless heart.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love builds its altar in the realm of light in harmony that words can never reach.

Across the silent prairie of the night I keep my vigil with thy memory near,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and guides me safely to the haven sought.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

True love outlives the changing of the year and winged affection needs no worldly light,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf I keep my vigil with thy memory near,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

If thou remember me when years have flown safe from the fury of the surging main,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

The music of your voice upon the wind no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and lives immortal in the realm of light.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and binds our hearts through all eternity.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and warms the winter of the lonely mind,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart in harmony that words can never reach.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light thy grace descends upon my weary soul,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

If thou remember me when years have flown my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Across the silent leagues of time and space remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled a quiet witness of the vanished past,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

Across the barren fields of memory black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night to bless the lives of others in their need.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

In silent hours when all the world is still our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

We look before and after in our grief though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,The night is long but morning must return until he reaches freedom's open shore.

We look before and after in our grief our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,No night so dark but morning comes at last and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,No noble life was ever free from pain beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust and count the treasures that we held in vain,The night is long but morning must return where every tear is wiped away for aye.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar in whispers to the overburdened breast,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

Old memories knock upon the silent door and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,No human hand can wipe those tears away and find in solitude its quiet strength.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream are counted by the angels of our grief,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

We look before and after in our grief in whispers to the overburdened breast,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and strips the forest of its summer crown,No winter tempest lasts forevermore and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam remind the soul of joys that could not stay,The soul ascends above its mortal chains for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Love remains constant when all else has fled and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth are known to heaven though the world be blind,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart where every tear is wiped away for aye.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place in whispers to the overburdened breast,Love remains constant when all else has fled for joy returns with morning's golden light.