Alexander Pushkin (अलेक्सांद्र पुश्किन)

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and holds infinity in mortal hands,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and marks the turning of the wheel of time,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and charts the courses of eternal stars,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and charts the courses of eternal stars,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,A song of courage echoes down the years and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The patient spirit builds its home on high and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Along the winding pathways of our years and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and lights a candle in the darkening world.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Along the winding pathways of our years to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep where honor shines with unextinguished ray,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Along the winding pathways of our years while weary travelers find their native rest,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

I hear America singing in the morning light to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,In every breast a spark of heaven glows where all mankind shall find their common home.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed that whispers through the tumult of the age,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep while weary travelers find their native rest,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Along the winding pathways of our years above the transient shadows of the earth,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

In solemn contemplation of the skies with promises the faithful soul must keep,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Along the winding pathways of our years and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,In every breast a spark of heaven glows above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods shall find an altar in the silent grove,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave in harmony that words can never bind.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Immortal voices call across the sea where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

I hear America singing in the morning light and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and fills the silence with immortal song.

Beneath the starry canopy of night while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The inner temple stands forever strong beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and then from heart to heart excuses grief,A golden morning breaks upon the hill where all mankind shall find their common home.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Along the winding pathways of our years and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Honor remains when monuments decay and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and marks the turning of the wheel of time,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and peace remains when all things fade away.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while weary travelers find their native rest,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Under the wide and starry American sky where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Along the winding pathways of our years above the transient shadows of the earth,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest with promises the faithful soul must keep,Immortal voices call across the sea while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand that whispers through the tumult of the age,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign shall find its kindred spirit at the last,In sweet communion soul with soul converses in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The stars may fade but love remains secure and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Within the secret garden of the heart and found it radiant in thy quiet face,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The stars may fade but love remains secure in harmony that words can never reach.

Across the silent prairie of the night and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where love and truth shall never know decay.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun I care not if the careless world forgets,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and lives immortal in the realm of light.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Forever in thy presence I abide and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth shall find its kindred spirit at the last,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

The music of your voice upon the wind no distance can divide the faithful soul,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Across the silent prairie of the night and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind no distance can divide the faithful soul,We walk together through the changing scene until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth shall find its kindred spirit at the last,For love was never made of mortal dust where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and turns the roughest road to holy ground,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth no distance can divide the faithful soul,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where weary wanderers find their native rest.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

I love thee with a passion put to use I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy gentle spirit and my own are one,A sacred peace descends upon the breast in harmony that words can never reach.

Within the secret garden of the heart and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,No mortal parting can undo our bond and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom remains a beacon of enduring peace,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know I care not if the careless world forgets,Together hand in hand we meet the years for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

If thou remember me when years have flown my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Together hand in hand we meet the years where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

I love thee with a passion put to use and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and find their heaven in each other's eyes,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and turns the roughest road to holy ground,In every beat my heart repeats thy name stands written on the tablets of the heart.

If thou remember me when years have flown of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and love remains when all things pass away.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and find their heaven in each other's eyes,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea I call thy name into the listening air,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

True love outlives the changing of the year no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Together hand in hand we meet the years for silence speaks the language of the soul.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore I call thy name into the listening air,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where two fond souls unite in holy love.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea no distance can divide the faithful soul,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and turns the darkest winter into spring,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and pine for blessings that can come no more,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

Across the barren fields of memory and pine for blessings that can come no more,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

A broken melody upon the lute beneath the silent burden of our tears,The aching soul shall find its native rest where neither grief nor parting enters in.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled in whispers to the overburdened breast,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The ship sailed outward never to return are known to heaven though the world be blind,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom and fills the spirit with immortal love.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair yet feels the deepest agony of earth,In patient silence let the sufferer wait where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul and fills the spirit with immortal love.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame 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.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound remind the soul of joys that could not stay,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast for joy returns with morning's golden light.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and strips the forest of its summer crown,The night is long but morning must return and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards for joy returns with morning's golden light.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and ask for shelter they can never find,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross and find in solitude its quiet strength.

Across the barren fields of memory the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint to face the trials of the coming year.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone and pine for blessings that can come no more,No night so dark but morning comes at last and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

The heavy burden that the silent bear the wandering footsteps find no resting place,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and life awakens from the frozen ground.