Adam Mickiewicz (आदम मिस्कियेविच)

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Immortal voices call across the sea and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and holds infinity in mortal hands,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and holds infinity in mortal hands,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

I hear America singing in the morning light life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The prairie wind carries the ancient name to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

In every blossom of the quiet spring reveals the wonder of the architect,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while weary travelers find their native rest,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace above the transient shadows of the earth.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and charts the courses of eternal stars,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and looks on harbor and city silent still,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast above the transient shadows of the earth.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight where honor shines with unextinguished ray,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace when night begins to lower on the plain,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and holds infinity in mortal hands,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

When courage rises in the hour of dread while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Immortal voices call across the sea and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul to blend forever with the timeless dust,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and marks the turning of the wheel of time,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods to guide the seeker through the wilderness,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where love and truth abide forevermore.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest shall find an altar in the silent grove,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where love and truth abide forevermore.

I hear America singing in the morning light and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,A song of courage echoes down the years where all mankind shall find their common home.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while weary travelers find their native rest,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and charts the courses of eternal stars,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Along the winding pathways of our years while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and closes down the valves of her attention,A song of courage echoes down the years where all mankind shall find their common home.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and listens to the music of the spheres,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight that whispers through the tumult of the age,Immortal voices call across the sea and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The soul selects her own society of grace while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Honor remains when monuments decay to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods that whispers through the tumult of the age,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Immortal voices call across the sea where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still to guide the seeker through the wilderness,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed with promises the faithful soul must keep,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

When morning breaks across the silent hills with promises the faithful soul must keep,Immortal voices call across the sea to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour remains a beacon of enduring peace,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and leads us gently to the promised peace.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

A single look from thee outshines the sun when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Forever in thy presence I abide and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign remains a beacon of enduring peace,Love builds its altar in the realm of light for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart safe from the fury of the surging main,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Across the silent prairie of the night until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and lives immortal in the realm of light.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The golden cord of faith shall never part and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where weary wanderers find their native rest.

I love thee with a passion put to use burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and find their heaven in each other's eyes,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 dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The stars may fade but love remains secure and love remains when all things pass away.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and finds in thee its everlasting home,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The golden cord of faith shall never part and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

True love outlives the changing of the year dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,We walk together through the changing scene for silence speaks the language of the soul.

No distance can divide two kindred souls I call thy name into the listening air,Forever in thy presence I abide and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,No shadow falls where true devotion walks for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth remains a beacon of enduring peace,Forever anchored in the port of grace and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and holds us fast against the changing tide.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

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 heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,In sweet communion soul with soul converses in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

A single look from thee outshines the sun burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights stands written on the tablets of the heart.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where two fond souls unite in holy love.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,A sacred peace descends upon the breast until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thy love is better than the richest wine thy grace descends upon my weary soul,The quiet music of thy love remains and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The golden cord of faith shall never part for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where two fond souls unite in holy love.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Thy love is better than the richest wine where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea no distance can divide the faithful soul,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy with courage born of faith that cannot die.

In silent hours when all the world is still the wandering footsteps find no resting place,No noble life was ever free from pain and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

In silent hours when all the world is still and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Love remains constant when all else has fled to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and pine for blessings that can come no more,No noble life was ever free from pain and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

The heavy burden that the silent bear yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies to bless the lives of others in their need.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground beneath the silent burden of our tears,The twilight passes into eternal dawn until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,No night so dark but morning comes at last and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl are counted by the angels of our grief,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps are counted by the angels of our grief,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep to face the trials of the coming year.

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 life awakens from the frozen ground.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and strips the forest of its summer crown,No winter tempest lasts forevermore and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl when twilight deepens on the mountain road,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone to face the morrow with an upright brow.