Tao Yuanming (ताओ युआनमिंग)

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep where honor shines with unextinguished ray,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and charts the courses of eternal stars,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where love and truth abide forevermore.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Honor remains when monuments decay to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea with promises the faithful soul must keep,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The timeless melody shall never cease and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and listens to the music of the spheres,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Let America be America again in truth where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and fills the silence with immortal song.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave in harmony that words can never bind.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and fills the silence with immortal song.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief above the transient shadows of the earth.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and charts the courses of eternal stars,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The timeless melody shall never cease to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Immortal voices call across the sea while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight above the transient shadows of the earth,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind shall find an altar in the silent grove,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and charts the courses of eternal stars,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and holds infinity in mortal hands,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Let America be America again in truth and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Beneath the starry canopy of night whose quiet loveliness increases still,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep with promises the faithful soul must keep,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind safe from the fury of the surging main,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and love remains when all things pass away.

No wall of stone can keep true love away safe from the fury of the surging main,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thy love is better than the richest wine thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and finds in thee its everlasting home,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife with courage born of faith that cannot die.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and finds in thee its everlasting home,Two streams that mingle in a single tide with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and found it radiant in thy quiet face,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests where love and truth shall never know decay.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

True love outlives the changing of the year and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Across the silent leagues of time and space remains a beacon of enduring peace,A sacred peace descends upon the breast flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,The quiet music of thy love remains and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Forever anchored in the port of grace where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow shall find its kindred spirit at the last,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep I call thy name into the listening air,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The golden cord of faith shall never part and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The stars may fade but love remains secure and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Across the silent leagues of time and space of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The stars may fade but love remains secure and leads us gently to the promised peace.

True love outlives the changing of the year when feeling reaches for the grace divine,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

She walks in beauty like the starry night my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The golden cord of faith shall never part where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets I call thy name into the listening air,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and finds in thee its everlasting home,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart until the shadows flee before the dawn.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

She walks in beauty like the starry night brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,For love was never made of mortal dust where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

No wall of stone can keep true love away shall find its kindred spirit at the last,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Across the silent prairie of the night and finds in thee its everlasting home,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky where love and truth shall never know decay.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Love builds its altar in the realm of light with courage born of faith that cannot die.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,The stars may fade but love remains secure and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Across the silent prairie of the night whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm I care not if the careless world forgets,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and lives immortal in the realm of light.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam the mournful whisper that it might have been,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains in whispers to the overburdened breast,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,No winter tempest lasts forevermore and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial to bless the lives of others in their need.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place when twilight deepens on the mountain road,No night so dark but morning comes at last and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs yet feels the deepest agony of earth,No night so dark but morning comes at last and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone where every tear is wiped away for aye.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair a quiet witness of the vanished past,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains yet feels the deepest agony of earth,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground and sings of absence to the empty sky,No winter tempest lasts forevermore and points the seeker to the eternal day.

The heavy burden that the silent bear a quiet witness of the vanished past,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak are counted by the angels of our grief,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

Out of the night that covers me with shade in whispers to the overburdened breast,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam the wandering footsteps find no resting place,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl and every footstep whispers of decay,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial when earthly shadows flee forevermore.