Anton Chekhov (एंटोन चेखव)

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

When courage rises in the hour of dread to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and peace remains when all things fade away.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and charts the courses of eternal stars,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Along the winding pathways of our years shall find an altar in the silent grove,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die when night begins to lower on the plain,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight that whispers through the tumult of the age,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where love and truth abide forevermore.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour shall find an altar in the silent grove,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast in harmony that words can never bind.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way reveals the wonder of the architect,Immortal voices call across the sea and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

When morning breaks across the silent hills outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Let America be America again in truth and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour while weary travelers find their native rest,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where love and truth abide forevermore.

Beneath the starry canopy of night to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

When courage rises in the hour of dread while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Beneath the starry canopy of night while weary travelers find their native rest,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Let America be America again in truth and guides the nation toward the rising sun,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Along the winding pathways of our years and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind with promises the faithful soul must keep,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where love and truth abide forevermore.

I hear America singing in the morning light where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and peace remains when all things fade away.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and charts the courses of eternal stars,Immortal voices call across the sea and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way whose quiet loveliness increases still,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Let America be America again in truth life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Beneath the starry canopy of night outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and listens to the music of the spheres,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and holds infinity in mortal hands,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes above the transient shadows of the earth.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,A song of courage echoes down the years and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

When courage rises in the hour of dread outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The timeless melody shall never cease and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and closes down the valves of her attention,Honor remains when monuments decay and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and peace remains when all things fade away.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep with promises the faithful soul must keep,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The music of your voice upon the wind brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Across the silent leagues of time and space can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and lives immortal in the realm of light.

If thou remember me when years have flown burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Across the silent prairie of the night I call thy name into the listening air,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and binds our hearts through all eternity.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat safe from the fury of the surging main,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and lives immortal in the realm of light.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The golden cord of faith shall never part flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,No mortal parting can undo our bond and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth for silence speaks the language of the soul.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Thy constancy outshines the evening star where love and truth shall never know decay.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Love builds its altar in the realm of light flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind thy grace descends upon my weary soul,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where two fond souls unite in holy love.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep thy grace descends upon my weary soul,The quiet music of thy love remains and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

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 binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Together hand in hand we meet the years in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and guides me safely to the haven sought.

No wall of stone can keep true love away brings healing comfort to the listening ear,We walk together through the changing scene where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Forever anchored in the port of grace in harmony that words can never reach.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and finds in thee its everlasting home,A sacred peace descends upon the breast resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy sacred image dwells forevermore,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm remains a beacon of enduring peace,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and love remains when all things pass away.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun safe from the fury of the surging main,We walk together through the changing scene and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Thy love is better than the richest wine when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm no distance can divide the faithful soul,We walk together through the changing scene where two fond souls unite in holy love.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Thy love is better than the richest wine that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Together hand in hand we meet the years and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground and sings of absence to the empty sky,From broken shards a noble temple grows where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and left our harbor empty in the rain,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

We look before and after in our grief weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The soul ascends above its mortal chains when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

Old memories knock upon the silent door and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,No human hand can wipe those tears away where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl lies broken on the cold and silent stone,In patient silence let the sufferer wait until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The lamp flickers low within the room as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound in whispers to the overburdened breast,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland and fills the spirit with immortal love.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair lies broken on the cold and silent stone,A quiet courage rises from our tears and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The tears that fall in secret through the night our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor and left our harbor empty in the rain,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and gently soothes the aching of the breast.