Seamus Heaney (सीमस हेनी)

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest while weary travelers find their native rest,The timeless melody shall never cease while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and charts the courses of eternal stars,The patient spirit builds its home on high and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and listens to the music of the spheres,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and holds infinity in mortal hands,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and listens to the music of the spheres,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore in harmony that words can never bind.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea that whispers through the tumult of the age,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea whose quiet loveliness increases still,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and peace remains when all things fade away.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The timeless melody shall never cease and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and listens to the music of the spheres,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep while weary travelers find their native rest,A deeper truth awakens in the mind in harmony that words can never bind.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep above the transient shadows of the earth,A noble purpose sanctifies our days 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,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The timeless melody shall never cease where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where love and truth abide forevermore.

When morning breaks across the silent hills shall find an altar in the silent grove,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and holds infinity in mortal hands,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul reveals the wonder of the architect,The inner temple stands forever strong and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul that whispers through the tumult of the age,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace above the transient shadows of the earth.

Along the winding pathways of our years where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The timeless melody shall never cease and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The golden harvest waits for those who toil to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The timeless melody shall never cease and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Beneath the starry canopy of night where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace above the transient shadows of the earth.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Immortal voices call across the sea and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Along the winding pathways of our years and listens to the music of the spheres,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and holds infinity in mortal hands,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore whose quiet loveliness increases still,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The patient spirit builds its home on high to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

In solemn contemplation of the skies while weary travelers find their native rest,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The patient spirit builds its home on high where love and truth abide forevermore.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and charts the courses of eternal stars,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Together hand in hand we meet the years with courage born of faith that cannot die.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The golden cord of faith shall never part where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The stars may fade but love remains secure flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and finds in thee its everlasting home,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

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 in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name for love takes flight upon immortal wings,For love was never made of mortal dust and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

She walks in beauty like the starry night when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and finds in thee its everlasting home,The stars may fade but love remains secure and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and lives immortal in the realm of light.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The music of your voice upon the wind my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Together hand in hand we meet the years where weary wanderers find their native rest.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know remains a beacon of enduring peace,The stars may fade but love remains secure in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

She walks in beauty like the starry night shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom remains a beacon of enduring peace,No shadow falls where true devotion walks resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun safe from the fury of the surging main,The golden cord of faith shall never part and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy sacred image dwells forevermore,For love was never made of mortal dust with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow I care not if the careless world forgets,Forever anchored in the port of grace and love remains when all things pass away.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The golden cord of faith shall never part for silence speaks the language of the soul.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,We walk together through the changing scene for silence speaks the language of the soul.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea brings healing comfort to the listening ear,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy for silence speaks the language of the soul.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,We walk together through the changing scene resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife resides in loving with a selfless heart.

If thou remember me when years have flown remains a beacon of enduring peace,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where two fond souls unite in holy love.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Love builds its altar in the realm of light in harmony that words can never reach.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,For love was never made of mortal dust and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy tender grace illuminates my days flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea remains a beacon of enduring peace,Forever anchored in the port of grace and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The music of your voice upon the wind no distance can divide the faithful soul,Together hand in hand we meet the years for silence speaks the language of the soul.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where two fond souls unite in holy love.

She walks in beauty like the starry night burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The golden cord of faith shall never part and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Forever anchored in the port of grace and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and love remains when all things pass away.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and finds in thee its everlasting home,The golden cord of faith shall never part and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The tears that fall in secret through the night when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

Across the barren fields of memory the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and every footstep whispers of decay,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl though all the meadowlands be green with spring,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards for joy returns with morning's golden light.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl and every footstep whispers of decay,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and folds the traveler in its native calm.

In silent hours when all the world is still though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone are counted by the angels of our grief,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and turns the midnight shadow into day.

In silent hours when all the world is still lies broken on the cold and silent stone,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast to face the trials of the coming year.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,No noble life was ever free from pain and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and life awakens from the frozen ground.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

We look before and after in our grief and darkness settles on the weary brow,A quiet courage rises from our tears and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and scatter all the darkness of our tears.