Tirso de Molina (तिरसो दे मोलिना)

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way with promises the faithful soul must keep,The golden harvest waits for those who toil to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The patient spirit builds its home on high to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The prairie wind carries the ancient name where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and holds infinity in mortal hands,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where love and truth abide forevermore.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

When morning breaks across the silent hills where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The brave heart falters not before the storm and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and marks the turning of the wheel of time,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

In every blossom of the quiet spring outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The timeless melody shall never cease where love and truth abide forevermore.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Honor remains when monuments decay where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

In every blossom of the quiet spring with promises the faithful soul must keep,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and charts the courses of eternal stars,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and listens to the music of the spheres,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where love and truth abide forevermore.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn in harmony that words can never bind.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still with music drawn from ancient waves of time,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and lights a candle in the darkening world.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth with promises the faithful soul must keep,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep while weary travelers find their native rest,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and holds infinity in mortal hands,A deeper truth awakens in the mind in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Immortal voices call across the sea and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The patient spirit builds its home on high and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore with promises the faithful soul must keep,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn above the transient shadows of the earth.

Along the winding pathways of our years where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where love and truth abide forevermore.

When morning breaks across the silent hills where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The timeless melody shall never cease while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Let America be America again in truth life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while weary travelers find their native rest,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep where honor shines with unextinguished ray,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and closes down the valves of her attention,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand that whispers through the tumult of the age,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold to blend forever with the timeless dust,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The timeless melody shall never cease to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

If thou remember me when years have flown and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

No wall of stone can keep true love away no distance can divide the faithful soul,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

I love thee with a passion put to use and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and holds us fast against the changing tide.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

If thou remember me when years have flown my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy gentle spirit and my own are one,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and finds in thee its everlasting home,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,We walk together through the changing scene where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep I call thy name into the listening air,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom no distance can divide the faithful soul,We walk together through the changing scene and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth when feeling reaches for the grace divine,For love was never made of mortal dust and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth safe from the fury of the surging main,In sweet communion soul with soul converses flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough I keep my vigil with thy memory near,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where weary wanderers find their native rest.

If thou remember me when years have flown no distance can divide the faithful soul,Our spirits blend in everlasting song for silence speaks the language of the soul.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and turns the roughest road to holy ground,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy tender grace illuminates my days in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Forever anchored in the port of grace where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and find their heaven in each other's eyes,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,For love was never made of mortal dust and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and finds in thee its everlasting home,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

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 and leads us gently to the promised peace.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men remind the soul of joys that could not stay,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place the mournful whisper that it might have been,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,No noble life was ever free from pain to bless the lives of others in their need.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove beneath the silent burden of our tears,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl in whispers to the overburdened breast,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl when twilight deepens on the mountain road,In patient silence let the sufferer wait for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The ship sailed outward never to return and leaves an ache that time can never heal,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream and darkness settles on the weary brow,A quiet courage rises from our tears to bless the lives of others in their need.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist the wandering footsteps find no resting place,A quiet courage rises from our tears and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream the mournful whisper that it might have been,No night so dark but morning comes at last and shines radiant through the passing storm.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and folds the traveler in its native calm.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men the mournful whisper that it might have been,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place are counted by the angels of our grief,A quiet courage rises from our tears for joy returns with morning's golden light.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief for joy returns with morning's golden light.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,The night is long but morning must return and points the seeker to the eternal day.