Tennessee Williams (टेनेसी विलियम्स)

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind beneath the banner of unyielding hope,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The prairie wind carries the ancient name where all mankind shall find their common home.

Along the winding pathways of our years outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Let America be America again in truth with music drawn from ancient waves of time,A song of courage echoes down the years where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and holds infinity in mortal hands,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The soul selects her own society of grace to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and closes down the valves of her attention,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

When morning breaks across the silent hills where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and peace remains when all things fade away.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die with promises the faithful soul must keep,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and closes down the valves of her attention,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The brave heart falters not before the storm and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and listens to the music of the spheres,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Freedom endures within the upright mind and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The soul selects her own society of grace when night begins to lower on the plain,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and lights a candle in the darkening world.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and guides the nation toward the rising sun,A song of courage echoes down the years and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The prairie wind carries the ancient name above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done to blend forever with the timeless dust,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and listens to the music of the spheres,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The soul selects her own society of grace where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar where all mankind shall find their common home.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul 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.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The soul selects her own society of grace and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Freedom endures within the upright mind and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind when night begins to lower on the plain,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and then from heart to heart excuses grief,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and holds infinity in mortal hands,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

I hear America singing in the morning light to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Honor remains when monuments decay and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and guides the nation toward the rising sun,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

In solemn contemplation of the skies outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth where all mankind shall find their common home.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and closes down the valves of her attention,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn to guide our children on the righteous path.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The soul selects her own society of grace and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Freedom endures within the upright mind above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

I hear America singing in the morning light when night begins to lower on the plain,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Let America be America again in truth with promises the faithful soul must keep,Freedom endures within the upright mind above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep until thy song awoke its dormant wings,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and holds us fast against the changing tide.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom I call thy name into the listening air,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm no distance can divide the faithful soul,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

I love thee with a passion put to use and fills my being with a sacred warmth,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns stands written on the tablets of the heart.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and turns the darkest winter into spring,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul for silence speaks the language of the soul.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

I love thee with a passion put to use burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love builds its altar in the realm of light with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own where love and truth shall never know decay.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,No mortal parting can undo our bond and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom I keep my vigil with thy memory near,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,The golden cord of faith shall never part with courage born of faith that cannot die.

I love thee with a passion put to use and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light with courage born of faith that cannot die.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights where love and truth shall never know decay.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and fills my being with a sacred warmth,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace where love and truth shall never know decay.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in harmony that words can never reach.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and fills my being with a sacred warmth,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf I call thy name into the listening air,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Within the secret garden of the heart and found it radiant in thy quiet face,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and lives immortal in the realm of light.

I love thee with a passion put to use thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor and sings of absence to the empty sky,The night is long but morning must return when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

Old memories knock upon the silent door beneath the silent burden of our tears,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross and find in solitude its quiet strength.

We walk through ruins of our former joy are known to heaven though the world be blind,The twilight passes into eternal dawn where every tear is wiped away for aye.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain and every footstep whispers of decay,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring for joy returns with morning's golden light.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove are known to heaven though the world be blind,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross and hallows every memory of our loss.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and ask for shelter they can never find,The night is long but morning must return until he reaches freedom's open shore.

The lamp flickers low within the room and leaves an ache that time can never heal,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk are counted by the angels of our grief,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain to face the trials of the coming year.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and felt the darkness enter in our souls,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart to face the morrow with an upright brow.

A broken melody upon the lute are known to heaven though the world be blind,The night is long but morning must return and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head and felt the darkness enter in our souls,No human hand can wipe those tears away where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust and leaves an ache that time can never heal,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey can never wake the joy that once was ours,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and points the seeker to the eternal day.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,A quiet courage rises from our tears and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough beneath the silent burden of our tears,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and strips the forest of its summer crown,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom and fills the spirit with immortal love.

Old memories knock upon the silent door where sorrow sits in solemn company,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine and purifies the soul from earthly dross.