Anna Akhmatova (अन्ना अख्मातोवा)

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind when night begins to lower on the plain,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell that whispers through the tumult of the age,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Along the winding pathways of our years while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and looks on harbor and city silent still,In every breast a spark of heaven glows where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The inner temple stands forever strong and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The timeless melody shall never cease and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Under the wide and starry American sky and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and listens to the music of the spheres,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and looks on harbor and city silent still,In every breast a spark of heaven glows while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still shall find an altar in the silent grove,The inner temple stands forever strong to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and charts the courses of eternal stars,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Along the winding pathways of our years where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while weary travelers find their native rest,The timeless melody shall never cease where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all when night begins to lower on the plain,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind that whispers through the tumult of the age,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and holds infinity in mortal hands,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and peace remains when all things fade away.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul to blend forever with the timeless dust,Freedom endures within the upright mind where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast where honor shines with unextinguished ray,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The brotherhood of man outlives the night where all mankind shall find their common home.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and peace descends upon the troubled heart,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown in harmony that words can never bind.

Along the winding pathways of our years while weary travelers find their native rest,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Under the wide and starry American sky when night begins to lower on the plain,The brave heart falters not before the storm and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

When courage rises in the hour of dread above the transient shadows of the earth,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and holds infinity in mortal hands,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour with promises the faithful soul must keep,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and peace descends upon the troubled heart,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

If thou remember me when years have flown my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Within the secret garden of the heart I call thy name into the listening air,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and warms the winter of the lonely mind,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign shall find its kindred spirit at the last,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Forever in thy presence I abide and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

True love outlives the changing of the year can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Our spirits blend in everlasting song resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where two fond souls unite in holy love.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and binds our hearts through all eternity.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

No wall of stone can keep true love away I care not if the careless world forgets,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade until the shadows flee before the dawn.

If thou remember me when years have flown and winged affection needs no worldly light,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and guides me safely to the haven sought.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

True love outlives the changing of the year and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and warms the winter of the lonely mind,In sweet communion soul with soul converses until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where two fond souls unite in holy love.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

I love thee with a passion put to use I call thy name into the listening air,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Across the silent prairie of the night and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy gentle spirit and my own are one,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief thy grace descends upon my weary soul,No mortal parting can undo our bond where love and truth shall never know decay.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The purest joy that mortal life can yield for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and found it radiant in thy quiet face,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

No wall of stone can keep true love away I care not if the careless world forgets,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Across the silent prairie of the night and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

The music of your voice upon the wind when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Together hand in hand we meet the years where weary wanderers find their native rest.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and pine for blessings that can come no more,Love remains constant when all else has fled to face the trials of the coming year.

The heavy burden that the silent bear yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and turns the midnight shadow into day.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and ask for shelter they can never find,The night is long but morning must return and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The lamp flickers low within the room and sings of absence to the empty sky,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross and find in solitude its quiet strength.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The tears that fall in secret through the night the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar lies broken on the cold and silent stone,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine where neither grief nor parting enters in.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

Across the barren fields of memory in whispers to the overburdened breast,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor and strips the forest of its summer crown,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine until he reaches freedom's open shore.

We look before and after in our grief are counted by the angels of our grief,No night so dark but morning comes at last and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame a quiet witness of the vanished past,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and shines radiant through the passing storm.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and left our harbor empty in the rain,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace and fills the spirit with immortal love.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame though all the meadowlands be green with spring,A quiet courage rises from our tears and holds the spirit in its loving arms.