Antonio Machado (एंटोनियो माचादो)

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight with promises the faithful soul must keep,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and listens to the music of the spheres,A deeper truth awakens in the mind beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and looks on harbor and city silent still,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

In every blossom of the quiet spring to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Immortal voices call across the sea and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour with promises the faithful soul must keep,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and fills the silence with immortal song.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and holds infinity in mortal hands,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

In every blossom of the quiet spring while weary travelers find their native rest,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and looks on harbor and city silent still,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When morning breaks across the silent hills shall find an altar in the silent grove,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and peace remains when all things fade away.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done when night begins to lower on the plain,In every breast a spark of heaven glows above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore shall find an altar in the silent grove,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still when night begins to lower on the plain,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The inner temple stands forever strong in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Let America be America again in truth when night begins to lower on the plain,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

In solemn contemplation of the skies that whispers through the tumult of the age,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold to blend forever with the timeless dust,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Freedom endures within the upright mind where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

When courage rises in the hour of dread reveals the wonder of the architect,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The timeless melody shall never cease and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth when night begins to lower on the plain,Honor remains when monuments decay and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace shall find an altar in the silent grove,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and fills the silence with immortal song.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Beneath the starry canopy of night shall find an altar in the silent grove,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Let America be America again in truth where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Honor remains when monuments decay to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea where honor shines with unextinguished ray,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The river carries our hopes toward the deep where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Honor remains when monuments decay where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The golden cord of faith shall never part and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

No wall of stone can keep true love away remains a beacon of enduring peace,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and turns the roughest road to holy ground,No mortal parting can undo our bond and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where weary wanderers find their native rest.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lives immortal in the realm of light.

No distance can divide two kindred souls I call thy name into the listening air,The golden chord of devotion cannot break stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and winged affection needs no worldly light,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where weary wanderers find their native rest.

She walks in beauty like the starry night my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Our spirits blend in everlasting song with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek I keep my vigil with thy memory near,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart safe from the fury of the surging main,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost for silence speaks the language of the soul.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The purest joy that mortal life can yield resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and finds in thee its everlasting home,Together hand in hand we meet the years in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

True love outlives the changing of the year and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The purest joy that mortal life can yield flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

If thou remember me when years have flown and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Together hand in hand we meet the years in harmony that words can never reach.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,No mortal parting can undo our bond and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Together hand in hand we meet the years for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind I call thy name into the listening air,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The music of your voice upon the wind I care not if the careless world forgets,Forever anchored in the port of grace where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,No mortal parting can undo our bond where love and truth shall never know decay.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide for love takes flight upon immortal wings,For love was never made of mortal dust flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The stars may fade but love remains secure and leads us gently to the promised peace.

If thou remember me when years have flown when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Together hand in hand we meet the years until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where two fond souls unite in holy love.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth in harmony that words can never reach.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy gentle spirit and my own are one,A sacred peace descends upon the breast in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

The tears that fall in secret through the night yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

In silent hours when all the world is still in whispers to the overburdened breast,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,No human hand can wipe those tears away and hallows every memory of our loss.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night to bless the lives of others in their need.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor beneath the silent burden of our tears,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last and points the seeker to the eternal day.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains and every footstep whispers of decay,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs 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 heavy shadow falls across the hearth and ask for shelter they can never find,The night is long but morning must return and hallows every memory of our loss.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint for joy returns with morning's golden light.

Out of the night that covers me with shade are counted by the angels of our grief,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and leaves an ache that time can never heal,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

In silent hours when all the world is still though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The ship sailed outward never to return recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart and hallows every memory of our loss.

The tears that fall in secret through the night to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains in whispers to the overburdened breast,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust and leaves an ache that time can never heal,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith to face the morrow with an upright brow.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace to bless the lives of others in their need.