Torquato Tasso (तोर्क्वातो तास्सो)

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight with promises the faithful soul must keep,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The prairie wind carries the ancient name where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and scatters radiance on the waking dew,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The soul selects her own society of grace beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and fills the silence with immortal song.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea to guide the seeker through the wilderness,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour while weary travelers find their native rest,The timeless melody shall never cease and peace remains when all things fade away.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and lights a candle in the darkening wild,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast shall find an altar in the silent grove,A deeper truth awakens in the mind in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The brave heart falters not before the storm to guide our children on the righteous path.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight with promises the faithful soul must keep,The timeless melody shall never cease in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Freedom endures within the upright mind and fills the silence with immortal song.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods reveals the wonder of the architect,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The soul selects her own society of grace where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Along the winding pathways of our years and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Under the wide and starry American sky when night begins to lower on the plain,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace with promises the faithful soul must keep,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and peace remains when all things fade away.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

I hear America singing in the morning light where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Beneath the starry canopy of night that whispers through the tumult of the age,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide to guide our children on the righteous path.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and marks the turning of the wheel of time,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The golden cord of faith shall never part where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

No wall of stone can keep true love away safe from the fury of the surging main,No shadow falls where true devotion walks in harmony that words can never reach.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and warms the winter of the lonely mind,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Within the secret garden of the heart and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and love remains when all things pass away.

The music of your voice upon the wind for love takes flight upon immortal wings,We walk together through the changing scene until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Forever in thy presence I abide and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Our spirits blend in everlasting song in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Within the secret garden of the heart that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know I care not if the careless world forgets,The golden cord of faith shall never part and love remains when all things pass away.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth remains a beacon of enduring peace,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,We walk together through the changing scene for silence speaks the language of the soul.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy tender grace illuminates my days until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and find their heaven in each other's eyes,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Forever in thy presence I abide and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of brings healing comfort to the listening ear,For love was never made of mortal dust where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade until the shadows flee before the dawn.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

The music of your voice upon the wind of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Forever in thy presence I abide and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Together hand in hand we meet the years in harmony that words can never reach.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife in harmony that words can never reach.

If thou remember me when years have flown burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The golden cord of faith shall never part and leads us gently to the promised peace.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where love and truth shall never know decay.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Together hand in hand we meet the years flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

If thou remember me when years have flown safe from the fury of the surging main,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place a quiet witness of the vanished past,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey and ask for shelter they can never find,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and fills the spirit with immortal love.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and life awakens from the frozen ground.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,From broken shards a noble temple grows until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head and strips the forest of its summer crown,Time softens anguish into sacred calm and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,No noble life was ever free from pain to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men remind the soul of joys that could not stay,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The lamp flickers low within the room and count the treasures that we held in vain,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom and points the seeker to the eternal day.

The tears that fall in secret through the night and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,In patient silence let the sufferer wait for joy returns with morning's golden light.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and every footstep whispers of decay,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

Old memories knock upon the silent door recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The tears that fall in secret through the night and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace and points the seeker to the eternal day.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and finds its refuge in the peace of God.