Theocritus (थियोक्रिटस)

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and lights a candle in the darkening wild,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while weary travelers find their native rest,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The brave heart falters not before the storm and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and listens to the music of the spheres,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and holds infinity in mortal hands,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand whose quiet loveliness increases still,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The timeless melody shall never cease in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore above the transient shadows of the earth,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Beneath the starry canopy of night with promises the faithful soul must keep,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and charts the courses of eternal stars,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul with promises the faithful soul must keep,The quiet light of virtue cannot die beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand whose quiet loveliness increases still,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand that whispers through the tumult of the age,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The patient spirit builds its home on high and peace remains when all things fade away.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and listens to the music of the spheres,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The timeless melody shall never cease and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

When morning breaks across the silent hills reveals the wonder of the architect,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The brave heart falters not before the storm and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul that whispers through the tumult of the age,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and holds infinity in mortal hands,The timeless melody shall never cease and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,A golden morning breaks upon the hill where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Immortal voices call across the sea and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Immortal voices call across the sea beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

In solemn contemplation of the skies where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The music of your voice upon the wind and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

If thou remember me when years have flown my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,For love was never made of mortal dust flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The stars may fade but love remains secure resides in loving with a selfless heart.

I love thee with a passion put to use and fills my being with a sacred warmth,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

The music of your voice upon the wind burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and leads us gently to the promised peace.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Love outlives all the transient things of earth where love and truth shall never know decay.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

True love outlives the changing of the year of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy tender grace illuminates my days resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

She walks in beauty like the starry night burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height remains a beacon of enduring peace,The stars may fade but love remains secure and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun no distance can divide the faithful soul,For love was never made of mortal dust and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Across the silent leagues of time and space of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Together hand in hand we meet the years for silence speaks the language of the soul.

I love thee with a passion put to use and fills my being with a sacred warmth,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and finds in thee its everlasting home,The golden cord of faith shall never part where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

The music of your voice upon the wind and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know no distance can divide the faithful soul,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and love remains when all things pass away.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and holds us fast against the changing tide.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn safe from the fury of the surging main,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and love remains when all things pass away.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy gentle spirit and my own are one,For love was never made of mortal dust where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom with courage born of faith that cannot die.

True love outlives the changing of the year and winged affection needs no worldly light,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

She walks in beauty like the starry night burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade in harmony that words can never reach.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy gentle spirit and my own are one,No shadow falls where true devotion walks with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and winged affection needs no worldly light,In sweet communion soul with soul converses until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind remains a beacon of enduring peace,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and guides me safely to the haven sought.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Forever anchored in the port of grace and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Across the silent prairie of the night and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn safe from the fury of the surging main,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and heals the broken heart forevermore.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

Out of the night that covers me with shade the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey and leaves an ache that time can never heal,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and pine for blessings that can come no more,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night for joy returns with morning's golden light.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,A quiet courage rises from our tears and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust and count the treasures that we held in vain,The quiet grave receives our weary dust until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

The tears that fall in secret through the night yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell to face the trials of the coming year.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,Time softens anguish into sacred calm and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

The tears that fall in secret through the night weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains remind the soul of joys that could not stay,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs and every footstep whispers of decay,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

A broken melody upon the lute and felt the darkness enter in our souls,The night is long but morning must return where every tear is wiped away for aye.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain lies broken on the cold and silent stone,A quiet courage rises from our tears and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and every footstep whispers of decay,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and count the treasures that we held in vain,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain and points the seeker to the eternal day.