Socrates (सुकरात)

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace above the transient shadows of the earth.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and marks the turning of the wheel of time,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and looks on harbor and city silent still,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and listens to the music of the spheres,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul reveals the wonder of the architect,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The patient spirit builds its home on high where love and truth abide forevermore.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet to blend forever with the timeless dust,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour above the transient shadows of the earth,A deeper truth awakens in the mind above the transient shadows of the earth.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The quiet light of virtue cannot die while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The brave heart falters not before the storm to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and charts the courses of eternal stars,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth whose quiet loveliness increases still,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace that whispers through the tumult of the age,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where love and truth abide forevermore.

I hear America singing in the morning light and closes down the valves of her attention,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore above the transient shadows of the earth,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and charts the courses of eternal stars,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The inner temple stands forever strong and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and holds infinity in mortal hands,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

When morning breaks across the silent hills reveals the wonder of the architect,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The soul selects her own society of grace life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and listens to the music of the spheres,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and holds infinity in mortal hands,The patient spirit builds its home on high and peace remains when all things fade away.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The timeless melody shall never cease and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Under the wide and starry American sky and then from heart to heart excuses grief,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Beneath the starry canopy of night where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

I hear America singing in the morning light where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace with promises the faithful soul must keep,The quiet light of virtue cannot die to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and listens to the music of the spheres,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and peace remains when all things fade away.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat I care not if the careless world forgets,The golden cord of faith shall never part in harmony that words can never reach.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

She walks in beauty like the starry night my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore I keep my vigil with thy memory near,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

True love outlives the changing of the year can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The golden cord of faith shall never part where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thy love is better than the richest wine thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The golden cord of faith shall never part where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The stars may fade but love remains secure and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The purest joy that mortal life can yield in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

I love thee with a passion put to use burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Together hand in hand we meet the years and leads us gently to the promised peace.

If thou remember me when years have flown and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Together hand in hand we meet the years where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests I care not if the careless world forgets,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and leads us gently to the promised peace.

I love thee with a passion put to use until thy song awoke its dormant wings,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests safe from the fury of the surging main,Together hand in hand we meet the years and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom I care not if the careless world forgets,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,No mortal parting can undo our bond and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour no distance can divide the faithful soul,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy sacred image dwells forevermore,For love was never made of mortal dust and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind I call thy name into the listening air,No mortal parting can undo our bond where love and truth shall never know decay.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Together hand in hand we meet the years and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Across the silent prairie of the night and found it radiant in thy quiet face,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and leads us gently to the promised peace.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Together hand in hand we meet the years until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Across the silent prairie of the night burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and love remains when all things pass away.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and finds in thee its everlasting home,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,We walk together through the changing scene in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough I call thy name into the listening air,Forever in thy presence I abide and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The soul ascends above its mortal chains to bless the lives of others in their need.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and every footstep whispers of decay,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief to bless the lives of others in their need.

Old memories knock upon the silent door recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk in whispers to the overburdened breast,No night so dark but morning comes at last and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair 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 to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,No winter tempest lasts forevermore where neither grief nor parting enters in.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,No night so dark but morning comes at last and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs and darkness settles on the weary brow,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint to bless the lives of others in their need.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The voice we loved is silent evermore and felt the darkness enter in our souls,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and fills the spirit with immortal love.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and heals the broken heart forevermore.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and pine for blessings that can come no more,A tender angel watches o'er our grief where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The soul ascends above its mortal chains until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

Old memories knock upon the silent door while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,No noble life was ever free from pain and heals the broken heart forevermore.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound remind the soul of joys that could not stay,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and every tear becomes a pearl of price.