Alfonsina Storni (अल्फोंसिना स्टोर्नी)

A sudden breeze scatters petals of red hibiscus and breathes sweet solace into the sorrowing heart,No tyrant's shadow can extinguish wisdom's radiant light and preserves the sacred spark of human dignity.

A sudden breeze scatters petals of red hibiscus and wakes the sleeping echoes of forgotten love,The song outlives the singer in the memory of the trees and weaves its blessings through the fabric of the days.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

I name the wind and the shadows answer with a song and leaves the fragrance of amber in the quiet room,Across the silent pampas rides the spirit of the free and walks in quiet beauty through the fields of time.

Words become lanterns swinging in the deep twilight and breathes sweet solace into the sorrowing heart,The melody endures when instruments have turned to clay and walks in quiet beauty through the fields of time.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines under distant stars and leaves the fragrance of amber in the quiet room,Deep in the patient earth the silver veins run true and leaves a legacy of light that never fades.

From the deep canyons of memory rises a silver star and crowns the wandering spirit with nocturnal peace,The eagle mounts the tempest on untamed and fearless wings and crowns the patient soul with victory.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

In the vast solitude of time the heart still burns where ancient passions slumber beneath the quiet earth,A quiet courage rises when the worldly voices fade and shines unclouded through the tempest of the world.

In the vast solitude of time the heart still burns and turns the weary journey into sacred song,The solitary watchman greets the first pale beam of dawn and leaves a legacy of light that never fades.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast above the transient shadows of the earth,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The old stone fountain whispers legends of the night and brings the holy silence of the mountain height,The silent forest guards the spring of everlasting youth and preserves the sacred spark of human dignity.

Between the memory of rain and the fragrance of lime and leaves the fragrance of amber in the quiet room,Through every dark eclipse the morning star returns and sings of liberty where chains were broken free.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The patient spirit builds its home on high in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

A thousand sunsets melt into the quiet Andean dust while distant bells keep vigil over the sleeping town,No tyrant's shadow can extinguish wisdom's radiant light and mirrors heaven in the calm depths of the soul.

A sudden breeze scatters petals of red hibiscus while faithful stars keep watch across the tranquil sea,No tyrant's shadow can extinguish wisdom's radiant light and weaves its blessings through the fabric of the days.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind that whispers through the tumult of the age,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The guitars weep for evenings that will never return and weaves a tapestry of longing in the air,No tyrant's shadow can extinguish wisdom's radiant light and guides the wandering pilgrim safely home.

The guitars weep for evenings that will never return while distant bells keep vigil over the sleeping town,A quiet courage rises when the worldly voices fade and walks in quiet beauty through the fields of time.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and charts the courses of eternal stars,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Between the memory of rain and the fragrance of lime while twilight weaves its purple mantle on the hills,Through every dark eclipse the morning star returns and lifts the heavy burden from the weary mind.

We walked through streets paved with echoes of forgotten songs where timeless oceans mirror the mystery of skies,The song outlives the singer in the memory of the trees and turns the barren desert into flowering fields.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way reveals the wonder of the architect,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

I name the wind and the shadows answer with a song where timeless oceans mirror the mystery of skies,Across the silent pampas rides the spirit of the free and brings redemption to the sorrow of the earth.

The guitars weep for evenings that will never return while twilight weaves its purple mantle on the hills,No tyrant's shadow can extinguish wisdom's radiant light and fills the listening night with majesty and calm.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

A sudden breeze scatters petals of red hibiscus and wakes the sleeping echoes of forgotten love,A sacred peace descends upon the weary head of stone and writes its name in gold upon the gates of dawn.

The old stone fountain whispers legends of the night while faithful stars keep watch across the tranquil sea,Across the silent pampas rides the spirit of the free and turns the barren desert into flowering fields.

Along the winding pathways of our years and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The timeless melody shall never cease where love and truth abide forevermore.

Words become lanterns swinging in the deep twilight where timeless oceans mirror the mystery of skies,No tyrant's shadow can extinguish wisdom's radiant light and guides the wandering pilgrim safely home.

From the deep canyons of memory rises a silver star and fills the empty horizons with music of the soul,The song outlives the singer in the memory of the trees and finds its dwelling in the eternal home of grace.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep shall find an altar in the silent grove,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Through the open archway enters the scent of jasmine while twilight weaves its purple mantle on the hills,The truth remains unaltered through the shifting tides of time and fills the listening night with majesty and calm.

The old stone fountain whispers legends of the night and brings the holy silence of the mountain height,The ancient road leads onward though the travelers depart and sings of liberty where chains were broken free.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace whose quiet loveliness increases still,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The yellow butterfly flutters through the silent courtyard where dreams and waking walk hand in hand together,A single spark of noble truth can set the night ablaze and preserves the sacred spark of human dignity.

Between the memory of rain and the fragrance of lime where ancient passions slumber beneath the quiet earth,A single spark of noble truth can set the night ablaze and weaves its blessings through the fabric of the days.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The river carries ancient dreams toward the silent sea where timeless oceans mirror the mystery of skies,Through every dark eclipse the morning star returns and finds its dwelling in the eternal home of grace.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines under distant stars while faithful stars keep watch across the tranquil sea,A quiet courage rises when the worldly voices fade and walks in quiet beauty through the fields of time.

Between your breathing and my own there is a single song and crowns the waking spirit with a joy beyond all words,Our spirits blend like colors at the closing of the day and leads our footsteps gently on the road to paradise.

When your hand touches mine the worldly tumult fades away and turns the darkest pathway into radiant realms of light,In life and death my soul shall keep its covenant with you and shields our happy dwelling from the malice of the world.

True love outlives the changing of the year I care not if the careless world forgets,Love builds its altar in the realm of light until the shadows flee before the dawn.

In the warm sanctuary of your gaze the winter turns to spring and crowns the waking spirit with a joy beyond all words,Your gentle hands bring healing to the deepest hidden pain and keeps our faithful beacon burning through the night.

In every secret thought of mine your image sits enthroned and wraps my spirit round with warmth of everlasting spring,The quiet fortress of your love defends against all grief and plants eternal roses where the thorns of grief had grown.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The golden cord of faith shall never part with courage born of faith that cannot die.

My soul reaches toward your touch like flowers to the sun where gentle mercy washes every sorrow from the soul,A sacred flame burns quietly within our shared domain and leads our footsteps gently on the road to paradise.

My love for you was written in the stars before all time and turns the darkest pathway into radiant realms of light,The simplest word from your sweet lips restores my peace of mind and holds our fragile bark secure amid the surging tide.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Together hand in hand we meet the years where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

In the warm sanctuary of your gaze the winter turns to spring where every glance becomes a prayer of gratitude and praise,I see your likeness mirrored in the morning star above and fills each passing moment with a sweet and sacred joy.

The fragrance of your hair clings softly to the evening wind where gentle mercy washes every sorrow from the soul,In life and death my soul shall keep its covenant with you and shields our happy dwelling from the malice of the world.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name I care not if the careless world forgets,No shadow falls where true devotion walks in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The gentleness of your embrace dissolves the bitter cold where peace and passion mingle like the river and the sea,The timeless bond between our souls defies the mortal grave and mirrors heaven's mercy in the kindness of your gaze.

I found your beauty waiting in the shadow of the rose and wraps my spirit round with warmth of everlasting spring,The quiet waters of your love sustain my weary spirit and shines with undiminished light across the seas of time.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The gentleness of your embrace dissolves the bitter cold and crowns the waking spirit with a joy beyond all words,Our spirits blend like colors at the closing of the day and crowns our earthly journey with immortal tenderness.

I gave you all my silent hours and all my spoken dreams and burns with pure devotion that outlives the fleeting clay,The simplest word from your sweet lips restores my peace of mind and mirrors heaven's mercy in the kindness of your gaze.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name remains a beacon of enduring peace,The golden cord of faith shall never part and love remains when all things pass away.

To look upon your face is to behold the dawn renewed and guards the sacred covenant of two united souls,The memory of your tenderness remains my guiding light and blossoms like a garden in the desert of the days.

Your laughter is the fountain that revives my thirsty soul where time itself stands motionless before your lovely eyes,Your tender loyalty remains the anchor of my days and brings the holy solace that the lonely heart desired.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The golden cord of faith shall never part and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

I gave you all my silent hours and all my spoken dreams where every glance becomes a prayer of gratitude and praise,The timeless bond between our souls defies the mortal grave and shields our happy dwelling from the malice of the world.

I found your beauty waiting in the shadow of the rose and wraps my spirit round with warmth of everlasting spring,Your tender loyalty remains the anchor of my days and shields our happy dwelling from the malice of the world.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,We walk together through the changing scene and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Between your breathing and my own there is a single song and wraps my spirit round with warmth of everlasting spring,I see your likeness mirrored in the morning star above and gives to fleeting life the seal of an enduring grace.

Between your breathing and my own there is a single song and crowns the waking spirit with a joy beyond all words,Your tender loyalty remains the anchor of my days and mirrors heaven's mercy in the kindness of your gaze.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

The world was vast and desolate until your voice was heard where gentle mercy washes every sorrow from the soul,Through every change of season your devotion holds me fast and leads our footsteps gently on the road to paradise.

Your eyes are two deep harbors where my vessel finds its rest where peace and passion mingle like the river and the sea,I see your likeness mirrored in the morning star above and keeps our faithful beacon burning through the night.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide shall find its kindred spirit at the last,We walk together through the changing scene and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

In the warm sanctuary of your gaze the winter turns to spring and leaves a silver wake of wonder on the lonely sea,I see your likeness mirrored in the morning star above and fills each passing moment with a sweet and sacred joy.

Your laughter is the fountain that revives my thirsty soul where peace and passion mingle like the river and the sea,Our spirits blend like colors at the closing of the day and answers every sorrow with the music of your voice.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

My love for you was written in the stars before all time and crowns the waking spirit with a joy beyond all words,In your true faith my troubled soul has found its holy home and reigns forever radiant where true lovers meet again.

I seek no other paradise than by your faithful side where every glance becomes a prayer of gratitude and praise,Your gentle hands bring healing to the deepest hidden pain and blossoms like a garden in the desert of the days.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain in harmony that words can never reach.

The world was vast and desolate until your voice was heard where tender vows are sealed beneath the quiet starry sky,The timeless bond between our souls defies the mortal grave and walks in quiet holiness through shadow and through sun.

My soul reaches toward your touch like flowers to the sun where every heartbeat whispers of a love that cannot die,Through every change of season your devotion holds me fast and holds our fragile bark secure amid the surging tide.

No wall of stone can keep true love away I care not if the careless world forgets,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

In the warm sanctuary of your gaze the winter turns to spring and crowns the waking spirit with a joy beyond all words,In your true faith my troubled soul has found its holy home and mirrors heaven's mercy in the kindness of your gaze.

You walked into my life like moonlight on a tranquil lake and burns with pure devotion that outlives the fleeting clay,To walk beside you on this earth is blessedness enough and brings the holy solace that the lonely heart desired.

A broken melody drifts faintly through the deserted hall and strikes the tender blossom down before its fruit was born,In every broken vessel rests a sacred drop of peace and wraps the broken-hearted in a cloak of heavenly rest.

An ache of longing presses on the sorrow-stricken chest where timeless slumber blankets every mortal tear and sigh,Yet even in the deepest pit the bruised heart must beat and whispers consolation when all earthly voices fail.

The tears that fall in secret through the night weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and life awakens from the frozen ground.

A broken melody drifts faintly through the deserted hall while lonely vigils lengthen through the terror of the night,The longest night must yield at last to the returning dawn and wraps the broken-hearted in a cloak of heavenly rest.

The silent cemetery keeps its watch beneath the pines and casts a trembling shadow on the wall of cold decay,Through suffering the spirit learns the compassion of the wise and crowns the suffering spirit with the diadem of grace.

The heavy burden that the silent bear yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards to face the trials of the coming year.

I walk along the shore of grief where bitter waters rise and mocks the hollow silence with the memory of your voice,A calm resign of spirit soothes the throbbing pulse of pain and crowns the suffering spirit with the diadem of grace.

Across the winter barrenness the cold wind moans alone and wraps the frozen landscape in a winding-sheet of mist,The soul that suffered greatly knows the majesty of grief and lights a quiet beacon on the far eternal shore.

We look before and after in our grief when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief to face the trials of the coming year.

The light has faded from the eyes that once made darkness bright while darkness presses heavy on the uncomplaining brow,The pilgrim takes his staff again though weary and alone and seals the final victory of patience over pain.

The dreams we cherished turned to ashes in the autumn frost and turns the song of living to a solemn funeral knell,The solitary pine endures the winter's fiercest gale and shelters every wounded soul within its quiet fold.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain a quiet witness of the vanished past,No noble life was ever free from pain and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The dreams we cherished turned to ashes in the autumn frost while lonely vigils lengthen through the terror of the night,The memory of the departed remains a holy shrine and plants a solemn lily on the grave of mortal loss.

The dreams we cherished turned to ashes in the autumn frost where timeless slumber blankets every mortal tear and sigh,Yet even in the deepest pit the bruised heart must beat and shelters every wounded soul within its quiet fold.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

An ache of longing presses on the sorrow-stricken chest and drains the vital spirit of its courage to endure,In every broken vessel rests a sacred drop of peace and seals the final victory of patience over pain.

A heavy sorrow settles down upon the ruined hearth and mourns the brief mortality of all beloved things,In every broken vessel rests a sacred drop of peace and plants a solemn lily on the grave of mortal loss.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

A bitter frost has fallen on the garden of our youth and drowns the fragile vessel in the tempest of despair,A calm resign of spirit soothes the throbbing pulse of pain and opens wide the gates of mercy to the bruised and poor.