Wisława Szymborska (विस्वावा शिम्बोर्स्का)

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and charts the courses of eternal stars,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where love and truth abide forevermore.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore while weary travelers find their native rest,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth shall find an altar in the silent grove,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand in harmony that words can never bind.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Beneath the starry canopy of night while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Immortal voices call across the sea where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight that whispers through the tumult of the age,The timeless melody shall never cease and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Along the winding pathways of our years above the transient shadows of the earth,The quiet light of virtue cannot die beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way above the transient shadows of the earth,The timeless melody shall never cease and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way that whispers through the tumult of the age,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

In solemn contemplation of the skies where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and listens to the music of the spheres,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where love and truth abide forevermore.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and holds infinity in mortal hands,The golden harvest waits for those who toil while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Beneath the starry canopy of night that whispers through the tumult of the age,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The patient spirit builds its home on high and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Immortal voices call across the sea above the transient shadows of the earth.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul shall find an altar in the silent grove,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When courage rises in the hour of dread outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where love and truth abide forevermore.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and charts the courses of eternal stars,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and listens to the music of the spheres,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and holds infinity in mortal hands,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and peace remains when all things fade away.

In every blossom of the quiet spring where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Beneath the starry canopy of night that whispers through the tumult of the age,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

When morning breaks across the silent hills shall find an altar in the silent grove,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave above the transient shadows of the earth.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Forever anchored in the port of grace and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun I care not if the careless world forgets,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name shall find its kindred spirit at the last,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife resides in loving with a selfless heart.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The golden cord of faith shall never part with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom in harmony that words can never reach.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat shall find its kindred spirit at the last,In sweet communion soul with soul converses for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

The music of your voice upon the wind and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love builds its altar in the realm of light until the shadows flee before the dawn.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and lives immortal in the realm of light.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and finds in thee its everlasting home,For love was never made of mortal dust and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom I care not if the careless world forgets,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and warms the winter of the lonely mind,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom with courage born of faith that cannot die.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Love builds its altar in the realm of light flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The stars may fade but love remains secure and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

True love outlives the changing of the year my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Forever anchored in the port of grace and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart remains a beacon of enduring peace,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat remains a beacon of enduring peace,Together hand in hand we meet the years and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,A sacred peace descends upon the breast flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name I care not if the careless world forgets,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth resides in loving with a selfless heart.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Together hand in hand we meet the years and leads us gently to the promised peace.

If thou remember me when years have flown and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Forever anchored in the port of grace and lives immortal in the realm of light.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea remains a beacon of enduring peace,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and finds in thee its everlasting home,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

True love outlives the changing of the year burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom when feeling reaches for the grace divine,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height I care not if the careless world forgets,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,In sweet communion soul with soul converses in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know remains a beacon of enduring peace,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and love remains when all things pass away.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,For love was never made of mortal dust and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Out of the night that covers me with shade a quiet witness of the vanished past,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and shines radiant through the passing storm.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and darkness settles on the weary brow,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The heavy burden that the silent bear lies broken on the cold and silent stone,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint for joy returns with morning's golden light.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled the wandering footsteps find no resting place,A quiet courage rises from our tears until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame a quiet witness of the vanished past,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray beside the waters of unchanging peace.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar remind the soul of joys that could not stay,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

We look before and after in our grief yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip to face the trials of the coming year.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk a quiet witness of the vanished past,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and shines radiant through the passing storm.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs remind the soul of joys that could not stay,Love remains constant when all else has fled and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

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 turns the midnight shadow into day.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair when twilight deepens on the mountain road,In patient silence let the sufferer wait to face the trials of the coming year.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

In silent hours when all the world is still weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray to bless the lives of others in their need.

The heavy burden that the silent bear lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar in whispers to the overburdened breast,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound the mournful whisper that it might have been,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray to face the trials of the coming year.