Almeida Garrett (अल्मेडा गैरेट)

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall in harmony that words can never bind.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The timeless melody shall never cease where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

I have entered the labyrinth of mirrors and infinite sand and crowns the wandering spirit with nocturnal peace,Deep in the patient earth the silver veins run true and sings of liberty where chains were broken free.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The guitars weep for evenings that will never return and leaves a constellation of wonder upon the brow,No wall of stone can shut away the freedom of the soul and preserves the sacred spark of human dignity.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

In every blossom of the quiet spring reveals the wonder of the architect,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where love and truth abide forevermore.

Through the open archway enters the scent of jasmine and breathes sweet solace into the sorrowing heart,The timeless mountain towers calm above the passing storm and plants the seeds of hope within the silent earth.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where honor shines with unextinguished ray,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The ocean breathes its eternal rhythm upon the shore while twilight weaves its purple mantle on the hills,The truth remains unaltered through the shifting tides of time and weaves its blessings through the fabric of the days.

When courage rises in the hour of dread shall find an altar in the silent grove,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep whose quiet loveliness increases still,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The dawn awakens slowly over misted cordilleras while distant bells keep vigil over the sleeping town,True greatness leaves its footprints in the kindness of the hand and weaves its blessings through the fabric of the days.

In solemn contemplation of the skies to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The dawn awakens slowly over misted cordilleras where timeless oceans mirror the mystery of skies,Deep in the patient earth the silver veins run true and watches steadfast till the shadows flee away.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and charts the courses of eternal stars,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The yellow butterfly flutters through the silent courtyard while solitary riders vanish beyond the hills,The seed that slumbers in the furrow knows the coming spring and writes its name in gold upon the gates of dawn.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and holds infinity in mortal hands,The timeless melody shall never cease where love and truth abide forevermore.

The guitars weep for evenings that will never return while twilight weaves its purple mantle on the hills,The ancient road leads onward though the travelers depart and finds its dwelling in the eternal home of grace.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and holds infinity in mortal hands,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The ocean breathes its eternal rhythm upon the shore where timeless oceans mirror the mystery of skies,Deep in the patient earth the silver veins run true and guides the wandering pilgrim safely home.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Immortal voices call across the sea and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The dawn awakens slowly over misted cordilleras while twilight weaves its purple mantle on the hills,A quiet courage rises when the worldly voices fade and leaves a legacy of light that never fades.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and marks the turning of the wheel of time,A deeper truth awakens in the mind above the transient shadows of the earth.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

A sudden breeze scatters petals of red hibiscus where ancient passions slumber beneath the quiet earth,No tyrant's shadow can extinguish wisdom's radiant light and plants the seeds of hope within the silent earth.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief above the transient shadows of the earth.

In the vast solitude of time the heart still burns while twilight weaves its purple mantle on the hills,Deep in the patient earth the silver veins run true and guides the wandering pilgrim safely home.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The golden harvest waits for those who toil to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

A solitary bell tolls across the slumbering valley and fills the empty horizons with music of the soul,No tyrant's shadow can extinguish wisdom's radiant light and preserves the sacred spark of human dignity.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and holds infinity in mortal hands,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When courage rises in the hour of dread above the transient shadows of the earth,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Between the memory of rain and the fragrance of lime while twilight weaves its purple mantle on the hills,The solitary watchman greets the first pale beam of dawn and lifts the heavy burden from the weary mind.

Beneath the starry canopy of night where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour whose quiet loveliness increases still,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Across the silent leagues of time and space when feeling reaches for the grace divine,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Your name upon my lips tastes sweeter than the morning dew where every glance becomes a prayer of gratitude and praise,Through every change of season your devotion holds me fast and turns each bitter memory to sweetness in the end.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and finds in thee its everlasting home,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and love remains when all things pass away.

I gave you all my silent hours and all my spoken dreams and lifts my mortal longing to the threshold of the skies,I see your likeness mirrored in the morning star above and turns each bitter memory to sweetness in the end.

The music of your voice upon the wind no distance can divide the faithful soul,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and leads us gently to the promised peace.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Two streams that mingle in a single tide with courage born of faith that cannot die.

To look upon your face is to behold the dawn renewed and lifts my mortal longing to the threshold of the skies,The whisper of your affection turns the weeping into song and keeps our faithful beacon burning through the night.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and love remains when all things pass away.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

The world was vast and desolate until your voice was heard where every glance becomes a prayer of gratitude and praise,The simplest word from your sweet lips restores my peace of mind and leads our footsteps gently on the road to paradise.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height I care not if the careless world forgets,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Your laughter is the fountain that revives my thirsty soul where tender vows are sealed beneath the quiet starry sky,I see your likeness mirrored in the morning star above and shines with undiminished light across the seas of time.

Across the silent leagues of time and space dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and leads us gently to the promised peace.

In the warm sanctuary of your gaze the winter turns to spring and leaves a silver wake of wonder on the lonely sea,Beside you every cross is light and every journey blessed and gives our mortal love a wing to soar above the dust.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,In sweet communion soul with soul converses with courage born of faith that cannot die.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy tender grace illuminates my days with courage born of faith that cannot die.

I seek no other paradise than by your faithful side where sacred beauty blossoms like a white celestial flower,No winter tempest can quench out the warmth of our embrace and keeps our faithful beacon burning through the night.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and winged affection needs no worldly light,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

In the warm sanctuary of your gaze the winter turns to spring where time itself stands motionless before your lovely eyes,In life and death my soul shall keep its covenant with you and gives our mortal love a wing to soar above the dust.

The music of your voice upon the wind and finds in thee its everlasting home,Forever anchored in the port of grace and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The gentleness of your embrace dissolves the bitter cold where every glance becomes a prayer of gratitude and praise,Your gentle hands bring healing to the deepest hidden pain and answers every sorrow with the music of your voice.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The purest joy that mortal life can yield resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Your presence turns the simplest room into a royal court and leaves a silver wake of wonder on the lonely sea,A sacred flame burns quietly within our shared domain and turns each bitter memory to sweetness in the end.

True love outlives the changing of the year and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and love remains when all things pass away.

When your hand touches mine the worldly tumult fades away and blesses every hour with the grace of your sweet smile,The timeless bond between our souls defies the mortal grave and crowns our earthly journey with immortal tenderness.

If thou remember me when years have flown and finds in thee its everlasting home,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy gentle spirit and my own are one,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Your eyes are two deep harbors where my vessel finds its rest and wraps my spirit round with warmth of everlasting spring,The quiet fortress of your love defends against all grief and leads our footsteps gently on the road to paradise.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

My love for you was written in the stars before all time and crowns the waking spirit with a joy beyond all words,I see your likeness mirrored in the morning star above and shields our happy dwelling from the malice of the world.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain until the shadows flee before the dawn.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The mantle of affliction covers every waking hour while desolation settles on the threshold of the home,Yet even in the deepest pit the bruised heart must beat and brings the holy patience that outlives the bitter storm.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist remind the soul of joys that could not stay,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

I walk along the shore of grief where bitter waters rise and drowns the fragile vessel in the tempest of despair,The memory of the departed remains a holy shrine and wipes away the bitter tears with gentle hands of peace.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light are counted by the angels of our grief,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs remind the soul of joys that could not stay,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The sweetest cup of life was shattered on the stony ground and wraps the frozen landscape in a winding-sheet of mist,Through tears the eyes behold a world purified of pride and shelters every wounded soul within its quiet fold.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound in whispers to the overburdened breast,A tender angel watches o'er our grief for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The light has faded from the eyes that once made darkness bright and turns the song of living to a solemn funeral knell,The soul that suffered greatly knows the majesty of grief and gives to mortal frailty the strength to overcome.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

My cries are swallowed by the vast indifference of the sky while darkness presses heavy on the uncomplaining brow,Through suffering the spirit learns the compassion of the wise and brings the deep tranquility that worldly tumult flees.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and shines radiant through the passing storm.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and folds the traveler in its native calm.

A solitary candle flickers in the drafty room where timeless slumber blankets every mortal tear and sigh,The bitter cup is drained at last beneath the weeping sky and plants a solemn lily on the grave of mortal loss.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and hears the distant tolling of the bell,No noble life was ever free from pain beside the waters of unchanging peace.