W H Auden (डब्ल्यू. एच. ऑडेन)

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed shall find an altar in the silent grove,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Along the winding pathways of our years to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where love and truth abide forevermore.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still reveals the wonder of the architect,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The inner temple stands forever strong and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and holds infinity in mortal hands,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

When morning breaks across the silent hills where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The inner temple stands forever strong above the transient shadows of the earth.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep shall find an altar in the silent grove,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where love and truth abide forevermore.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The inner temple stands forever strong in harmony that words can never bind.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind that whispers through the tumult of the age,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and peace remains when all things fade away.

In every blossom of the quiet spring that whispers through the tumult of the age,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore in harmony that words can never bind.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind with promises the faithful soul must keep,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The patient spirit builds its home on high and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

In solemn contemplation of the skies where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and peace remains when all things fade away.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The timeless melody shall never cease and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell reveals the wonder of the architect,A noble purpose sanctifies our days in harmony that words can never bind.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,A noble purpose sanctifies our days above the transient shadows of the earth.

Along the winding pathways of our years and charts the courses of eternal stars,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and listens to the music of the spheres,The timeless melody shall never cease to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep with promises the faithful soul must keep,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and charts the courses of eternal stars,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace whose quiet loveliness increases still,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where love and truth abide forevermore.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore reveals the wonder of the architect,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

In every blossom of the quiet spring where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

When morning breaks across the silent hills with promises the faithful soul must keep,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Beneath the starry canopy of night to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years in harmony that words can never bind.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief above the transient shadows of the earth.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The patient spirit builds its home on high while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while weary travelers find their native rest,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where love and truth abide forevermore.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and holds infinity in mortal hands,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years above the transient shadows of the earth.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,A deeper truth awakens in the mind while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Along the winding pathways of our years whose quiet loveliness increases still,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

If thou remember me when years have flown burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The music of your voice upon the wind and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The golden cord of faith shall never part with courage born of faith that cannot die.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and love remains when all things pass away.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy gentle spirit and my own are one,We walk together through the changing scene for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests brings healing comfort to the listening ear,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where weary wanderers find their native rest.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy sacred image dwells forevermore,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Forever anchored in the port of grace and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Together hand in hand we meet the years and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Together hand in hand we meet the years until the shadows flee before the dawn.

True love outlives the changing of the year and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth in harmony that words can never reach.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Thy tender grace illuminates my days until the shadows flee before the dawn.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,We walk together through the changing scene and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Two streams that mingle in a single tide resides in loving with a selfless heart.

No wall of stone can keep true love away I care not if the careless world forgets,The stars may fade but love remains secure with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth for love takes flight upon immortal wings,No shadow falls where true devotion walks for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom safe from the fury of the surging main,The stars may fade but love remains secure where two fond souls unite in holy love.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and find their heaven in each other's eyes,We walk together through the changing scene and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The music of your voice upon the wind burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Together hand in hand we meet the years where two fond souls unite in holy love.

The music of your voice upon the wind and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The golden cord of faith shall never part in harmony that words can never reach.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour safe from the fury of the surging main,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea remains a beacon of enduring peace,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The golden cord of faith shall never part and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth brings healing comfort to the listening ear,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and finds in thee its everlasting home,We walk together through the changing scene and leads us gently to the promised peace.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul with courage born of faith that cannot die.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where two fond souls unite in holy love.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign for love takes flight upon immortal wings,A sacred peace descends upon the breast flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

True love outlives the changing of the year shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy gentle spirit and my own are one,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

If thou remember me when years have flown for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The tears that fall in secret through the night to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and folds the traveler in its native calm.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place though all the meadowlands be green with spring,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The tears that fall in secret through the night black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown to face the trials of the coming year.

Out of the night that covers me with shade yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and life awakens from the frozen ground.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream remind the soul of joys that could not stay,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and heals the broken heart forevermore.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and shines radiant through the passing storm.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,A quiet courage rises from our tears and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place in whispers to the overburdened breast,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist the mournful whisper that it might have been,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame and darkness settles on the weary brow,No night so dark but morning comes at last and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl a quiet witness of the vanished past,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and shines radiant through the passing storm.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs the wandering footsteps find no resting place,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye when earthly shadows flee forevermore.