Ursula K Le Guin (उर्सुला के. ले गिन)

I hear America singing in the morning light where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The brave heart falters not before the storm where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and walked with silence through the sacred grove,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and looks on harbor and city silent still,A song of courage echoes down the years and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Let America be America again in truth life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The soul selects her own society of grace and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

The soul selects her own society of grace and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast above the transient shadows of the earth,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and peace remains when all things fade away.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift to guide our children on the righteous path.

Under the wide and starry American sky where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and fills the silence with immortal song.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods reveals the wonder of the architect,The timeless melody shall never cease while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Under the wide and starry American sky where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

When morning breaks across the silent hills that whispers through the tumult of the age,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn with music drawn from ancient waves of time,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and closes down the valves of her attention,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Under the wide and starry American sky and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Honor remains when monuments decay and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold to blend forever with the timeless dust,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The prairie wind carries the ancient name where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,In every breast a spark of heaven glows where all mankind shall find their common home.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and marks the turning of the wheel of time,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and guides the nation toward the rising sun,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The patient spirit builds its home on high in harmony that words can never bind.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Freedom endures within the upright mind to guide our children on the righteous path.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn to blend forever with the timeless dust,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Beneath the starry canopy of night that whispers through the tumult of the age,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Freedom endures within the upright mind and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The brave heart falters not before the storm and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

In solemn contemplation of the skies reveals the wonder of the architect,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well with promises the faithful soul must keep,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Freedom endures within the upright mind above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Immortal voices call across the sea and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands to blend forever with the timeless dust,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and holds infinity in mortal hands,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief above the transient shadows of the earth.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all to blend forever with the timeless dust,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Forever in thy presence I abide and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know no distance can divide the faithful soul,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Across the silent prairie of the night whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Forever in thy presence I abide and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy tender grace illuminates my days for silence speaks the language of the soul.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,The quiet music of thy love remains and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Forever in thy presence I abide and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,The stars may fade but love remains secure where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Thy love is better than the richest wine whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and guides me safely to the haven sought.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Across the silent prairie of the night and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,The quiet music of thy love remains stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind I keep my vigil with thy memory near,No mortal parting can undo our bond and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Forever anchored in the port of grace where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and fills my being with a sacred warmth,No mortal parting can undo our bond and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and fills my being with a sacred warmth,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

The music of your voice upon the wind burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Forever anchored in the port of grace where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep thy grace descends upon my weary soul,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The stars may fade but love remains secure and love remains when all things pass away.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and turns the roughest road to holy ground,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

The music of your voice upon the wind and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow I care not if the careless world forgets,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth in harmony that words can never reach.

Thy love is better than the richest wine where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,The quiet music of thy love remains and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

She walks in beauty like the starry night no distance can divide the faithful soul,Forever anchored in the port of grace where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,The quiet music of thy love remains and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea thy grace descends upon my weary soul,No mortal parting can undo our bond and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

A broken melody upon the lute where sorrow sits in solemn company,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

The voice we loved is silent evermore can never wake the joy that once was ours,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown beside the waters of unchanging peace.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,The aching soul shall find its native rest to face the morrow with an upright brow.

The lamp flickers low within the room beneath the silent burden of our tears,The aching soul shall find its native rest until he reaches freedom's open shore.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray to face the trials of the coming year.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and heals the broken heart forevermore.

Old memories knock upon the silent door beneath the silent burden of our tears,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,No night so dark but morning comes at last and heals the broken heart forevermore.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,From broken shards a noble temple grows and hallows every memory of our loss.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and left our harbor empty in the rain,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone where neither grief nor parting enters in.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and folds the traveler in its native calm.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey and left our harbor empty in the rain,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,The aching soul shall find its native rest until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,A quiet courage rises from our tears to face the trials of the coming year.

The lamp flickers low within the room while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul and turns the darkest sorrow into light.