Yosa Buson (योसा बुसोन)

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The patient spirit builds its home on high where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and marks the turning of the wheel of time,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and sorrow melts into serene repose.

In solemn contemplation of the skies that whispers through the tumult of the age,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Let America be America again in truth while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Freedom endures within the upright mind and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest while weary travelers find their native rest,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

In every blossom of the quiet spring outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Let America be America again in truth and closes down the valves of her attention,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The inner temple stands forever strong and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The golden harvest waits for those who toil in harmony that words can never bind.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and charts the courses of eternal stars,The patient spirit builds its home on high above the transient shadows of the earth.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still shall find an altar in the silent grove,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Honor remains when monuments decay where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

In every blossom of the quiet spring above the transient shadows of the earth,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea with promises the faithful soul must keep,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

When morning breaks across the silent hills where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die with promises the faithful soul must keep,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and lights a candle in the darkening world.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand shall find an altar in the silent grove,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour with promises the faithful soul must keep,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Let America be America again in truth with promises the faithful soul must keep,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and listens to the music of the spheres,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast that whispers through the tumult of the age,The timeless melody shall never cease and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and holds infinity in mortal hands,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and charts the courses of eternal stars,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and marks the turning of the wheel of time,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and peace descends upon the troubled heart,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and then from heart to heart excuses grief,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and charts the courses of eternal stars,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and marks the turning of the wheel of time,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where love and truth abide forevermore.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,A noble purpose sanctifies our days while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore with promises the faithful soul must keep,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and peace remains when all things fade away.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind with promises the faithful soul must keep,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The golden harvest waits for those who toil to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy gentle spirit and my own are one,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and fills my being with a sacred warmth,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth shall find its kindred spirit at the last,For love was never made of mortal dust and leads us gently to the promised peace.

No wall of stone can keep true love away brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Two streams that mingle in a single tide for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,For love was never made of mortal dust and leads us gently to the promised peace.

No distance can divide two kindred souls thy grace descends upon my weary soul,The quiet music of thy love remains and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

The music of your voice upon the wind and warms the winter of the lonely mind,For love was never made of mortal dust where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

The music of your voice upon the wind safe from the fury of the surging main,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and leads us gently to the promised peace.

I love thee with a passion put to use I keep my vigil with thy memory near,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Across the silent leagues of time and space no distance can divide the faithful soul,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The golden cord of faith shall never part in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom remains a beacon of enduring peace,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,The quiet music of thy love remains and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide remains a beacon of enduring peace,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Forever anchored in the port of grace and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

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 two fond souls unite in holy love.

If thou remember me when years have flown and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The stars may fade but love remains secure where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Forever anchored in the port of grace and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and finds in thee its everlasting home,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light in harmony that words can never reach.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and fills my being with a sacred warmth,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Forever anchored in the port of grace and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and find their heaven in each other's eyes,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,The quiet music of thy love remains and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height no distance can divide the faithful soul,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,For love was never made of mortal dust where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

I love thee with a passion put to use and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Together hand in hand we meet the years for silence speaks the language of the soul.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Across the silent prairie of the night when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,The quiet music of thy love remains and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

True love outlives the changing of the year and winged affection needs no worldly light,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where weary wanderers find their native rest.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour no distance can divide the faithful soul,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and heals the broken heart forevermore.

Across the barren fields of memory in whispers to the overburdened breast,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown to face the trials of the coming year.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,No night so dark but morning comes at last and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground and count the treasures that we held in vain,Time softens anguish into sacred calm where every tear is wiped away for aye.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone and every footstep whispers of decay,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl the mournful whisper that it might have been,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown to bless the lives of others in their need.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor and left our harbor empty in the rain,The quiet grave receives our weary dust where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and pine for blessings that can come no more,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light in whispers to the overburdened breast,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and strips the forest of its summer crown,The night is long but morning must return and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and every footstep whispers of decay,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray to bless the lives of others in their need.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl the mournful whisper that it might have been,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream and darkness settles on the weary brow,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul where every tear is wiped away for aye.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain remind the soul of joys that could not stay,A tender angel watches o'er our grief until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The heavy burden that the silent bear yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and heals the broken heart forevermore.