Aeschylus (एस्किलस)

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and peace remains when all things fade away.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief above the transient shadows of the earth.

Under the wide and starry American sky and walked with silence through the sacred grove,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and peace descends upon the troubled heart,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The soul selects her own society of grace while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift where all mankind shall find their common home.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest while weary travelers find their native rest,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Under the wide and starry American sky with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

In every blossom of the quiet spring to guide the seeker through the wilderness,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour while weary travelers find their native rest,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The soul selects her own society of grace life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and listens to the music of the spheres,The inner temple stands forever strong where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd when night begins to lower on the plain,A golden morning breaks upon the hill where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest that whispers through the tumult of the age,Immortal voices call across the sea and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and peace remains when all things fade away.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands with promises the faithful soul must keep,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and holds infinity in mortal hands,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and listens to the music of the spheres,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The patient spirit builds its home on high and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea whose quiet loveliness increases still,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest shall find an altar in the silent grove,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

In every blossom of the quiet spring shall find an altar in the silent grove,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The timeless melody shall never cease beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while weary travelers find their native rest,The patient spirit builds its home on high and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Under the wide and starry American sky and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The brave heart falters not before the storm and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace whose quiet loveliness increases still,The timeless melody shall never cease and peace remains when all things fade away.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Freedom endures within the upright mind and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest with promises the faithful soul must keep,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and peace remains when all things fade away.

Let America be America again in truth and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight reveals the wonder of the architect,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and fills the silence with immortal song.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Forever anchored in the port of grace and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know no distance can divide the faithful soul,For love was never made of mortal dust and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,The quiet music of thy love remains and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy sacred image dwells forevermore,In sweet communion soul with soul converses resides in loving with a selfless heart.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and warms the winter of the lonely mind,No shadow falls where true devotion walks for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,The golden chord of devotion cannot break where love and truth shall never know decay.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and love remains when all things pass away.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and found it radiant in thy quiet face,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

True love outlives the changing of the year brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where weary wanderers find their native rest.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and binds our hearts through all eternity.

No wall of stone can keep true love away I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,We walk together through the changing scene where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and finds in thee its everlasting home,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Together hand in hand we meet the years flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and fills my being with a sacred warmth,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Across the silent leagues of time and space remains a beacon of enduring peace,Together hand in hand we meet the years and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

The music of your voice upon the wind remains a beacon of enduring peace,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Across the silent prairie of the night and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Across the silent prairie of the night and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind remains a beacon of enduring peace,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost in harmony that words can never reach.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Across the silent leagues of time and space I care not if the careless world forgets,For love was never made of mortal dust and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

True love outlives the changing of the year burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and guides me safely to the haven sought.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in harmony that words can never reach.

She walks in beauty like the starry night of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,No mortal parting can undo our bond and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough I keep my vigil with thy memory near,No mortal parting can undo our bond and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

True love outlives the changing of the year I care not if the careless world forgets,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

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 leads us gently to the promised peace.

I love thee with a passion put to use and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Forever in thy presence I abide and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief for joy returns with morning's golden light.

Across the barren fields of memory and darkness settles on the weary brow,No night so dark but morning comes at last and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and left our harbor empty in the rain,The twilight passes into eternal dawn until he reaches freedom's open shore.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place remind the soul of joys that could not stay,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and pine for blessings that can come no more,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost and sings of absence to the empty sky,The aching soul shall find its native rest and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream a quiet witness of the vanished past,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

In silent hours when all the world is still weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The lamp flickers low within the room and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The tears that fall in secret through the night in whispers to the overburdened breast,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and folds the traveler in its native calm.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and left our harbor empty in the rain,The quiet grave receives our weary dust where every tear is wiped away for aye.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men when twilight deepens on the mountain road,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain beneath the silent burden of our tears,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart where neither grief nor parting enters in.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains the mournful whisper that it might have been,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head and leaves an ache that time can never heal,The quiet grave receives our weary dust to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and shines radiant through the passing storm.