Walter Benjamin (वाल्टर बेंजामिन)

In every blossom of the quiet spring and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea with promises the faithful soul must keep,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Along the winding pathways of our years while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where honor shines with unextinguished ray,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace shall find an altar in the silent grove,Immortal voices call across the sea where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The patient spirit builds its home on high and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The quiet light of virtue cannot die in harmony that words can never bind.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The inner temple stands forever strong where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Immortal voices call across the sea to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The timeless melody shall never cease and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way while weary travelers find their native rest,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and charts the courses of eternal stars,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and listens to the music of the spheres,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Beneath the starry canopy of night while weary travelers find their native rest,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When courage rises in the hour of dread shall find an altar in the silent grove,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The timeless melody shall never cease beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth reveals the wonder of the architect,The inner temple stands forever strong and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and holds infinity in mortal hands,The inner temple stands forever strong to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The quiet light of virtue cannot die beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When morning breaks across the silent hills whose quiet loveliness increases still,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn above the transient shadows of the earth.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and peace remains when all things fade away.

Along the winding pathways of our years and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep while weary travelers find their native rest,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Along the winding pathways of our years shall find an altar in the silent grove,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and charts the courses of eternal stars,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and peace descends upon the troubled heart,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

When morning breaks across the silent hills where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The golden harvest waits for those who toil while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul with promises the faithful soul must keep,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,We walk together through the changing scene and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and finds in thee its everlasting home,Together hand in hand we meet the years in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The music of your voice upon the wind and winged affection needs no worldly light,Together hand in hand we meet the years where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and winged affection needs no worldly light,In sweet communion soul with soul converses for silence speaks the language of the soul.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth I care not if the careless world forgets,The purest joy that mortal life can yield flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow safe from the fury of the surging main,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where two fond souls unite in holy love.

She walks in beauty like the starry night dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Forever anchored in the port of grace where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and winged affection needs no worldly light,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

She walks in beauty like the starry night remains a beacon of enduring peace,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Love builds its altar in the realm of light flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

If thou remember me when years have flown when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where weary wanderers find their native rest.

The music of your voice upon the wind and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Together hand in hand we meet the years and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The stars may fade but love remains secure and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

She walks in beauty like the starry night can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy for silence speaks the language of the soul.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and winged affection needs no worldly light,The stars may fade but love remains secure with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where two fond souls unite in holy love.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know when feeling reaches for the grace divine,For love was never made of mortal dust where weary wanderers find their native rest.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart when feeling reaches for the grace divine,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

True love outlives the changing of the year and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where weary wanderers find their native rest.

If thou remember me when years have flown and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,No shadow falls where true devotion walks in harmony that words can never reach.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn I care not if the careless world forgets,The stars may fade but love remains secure and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and warms the winter of the lonely mind,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

She walks in beauty like the starry night dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and leads us gently to the promised peace.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light for silence speaks the language of the soul.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Two streams that mingle in a single tide in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The purest joy that mortal life can yield resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Together hand in hand we meet the years for silence speaks the language of the soul.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,A quiet courage rises from our tears and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar a quiet witness of the vanished past,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,No night so dark but morning comes at last and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam a quiet witness of the vanished past,No night so dark but morning comes at last to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray to bless the lives of others in their need.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

Across the barren fields of memory though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

Out of the night that covers me with shade remind the soul of joys that could not stay,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown to bless the lives of others in their need.

The tears that fall in secret through the night yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Love remains constant when all else has fled to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,No night so dark but morning comes at last and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame the mournful whisper that it might have been,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

Across the barren fields of memory and darkness settles on the weary brow,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains yet feels the deepest agony of earth,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.