Aristotle (अरस्तू)

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and fills the silence with immortal song.

In every blossom of the quiet spring outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart above the transient shadows of the earth.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell above the transient shadows of the earth,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and walked with silence through the sacred grove,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years in harmony that words can never bind.

Beneath the starry canopy of night above the transient shadows of the earth,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The inner temple stands forever strong and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea whose quiet loveliness increases still,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Under the wide and starry American sky and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light to guide our children on the righteous path.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while weary travelers find their native rest,The golden harvest waits for those who toil in harmony that words can never bind.

Under the wide and starry American sky with music drawn from ancient waves of time,A song of courage echoes down the years above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The brave heart falters not before the storm where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The quiet light of virtue cannot die above the transient shadows of the earth.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and holds infinity in mortal hands,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood beneath the banner of unyielding hope,A song of courage echoes down the years while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell with promises the faithful soul must keep,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and listens to the music of the spheres,The patient spirit builds its home on high to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and walked with silence through the sacred grove,In every breast a spark of heaven glows while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and listens to the music of the spheres,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When courage rises in the hour of dread while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The brave heart falters not before the storm and fills the silence with immortal song.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and listens to the music of the spheres,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while weary travelers find their native rest,The patient spirit builds its home on high to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Let America be America again in truth while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The soul selects her own society of grace and guides the nation toward the rising sun,A song of courage echoes down the years and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and peace remains when all things fade away.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace reveals the wonder of the architect,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all to blend forever with the timeless dust,The brotherhood of man outlives the night to guide our children on the righteous path.

In solemn contemplation of the skies outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The patient spirit builds its home on high to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Along the winding pathways of our years and holds infinity in mortal hands,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast above the transient shadows of the earth,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

I hear America singing in the morning light where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Freedom endures within the upright mind and lights a candle in the darkening world.

The music of your voice upon the wind of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Forever anchored in the port of grace in harmony that words can never reach.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy tender grace illuminates my days flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

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 holds us fast against the changing tide.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where two fond souls unite in holy love.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,In sweet communion soul with soul converses for silence speaks the language of the soul.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough I call thy name into the listening air,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom remains a beacon of enduring peace,For love was never made of mortal dust in harmony that words can never reach.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Love builds its altar in the realm of light resides in loving with a selfless heart.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,For love was never made of mortal dust where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Within the secret garden of the heart and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Love outlives all the transient things of earth stands written on the tablets of the heart.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and finds in thee its everlasting home,Forever anchored in the port of grace and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and finds in thee its everlasting home,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and guides me safely to the haven sought.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun no distance can divide the faithful soul,We walk together through the changing scene and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and love remains when all things pass away.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide I care not if the careless world forgets,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Forever anchored in the port of grace where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and winged affection needs no worldly light,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

I love thee with a passion put to use whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind no distance can divide the faithful soul,A sacred peace descends upon the breast resides in loving with a selfless heart.

True love outlives the changing of the year no distance can divide the faithful soul,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where two fond souls unite in holy love.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Forever in thy presence I abide and guides me safely to the haven sought.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun no distance can divide the faithful soul,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and winged affection needs no worldly light,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and fills my being with a sacred warmth,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain are counted by the angels of our grief,A quiet courage rises from our tears and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains lies broken on the cold and silent stone,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,Time softens anguish into sacred calm to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

The tears that fall in secret through the night rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,A quiet courage rises from our tears to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

In silent hours when all the world is still a quiet witness of the vanished past,Love remains constant when all else has fled and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone are counted by the angels of our grief,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head and count the treasures that we held in vain,From broken shards a noble temple grows until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

Out of the night that covers me with shade our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair the wandering footsteps find no resting place,No night so dark but morning comes at last and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and ask for shelter they can never find,The aching soul shall find its native rest and points the seeker to the eternal day.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and folds the traveler in its native calm.

A broken melody upon the lute are known to heaven though the world be blind,No winter tempest lasts forevermore and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame and hears the distant tolling of the bell,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone and every footstep whispers of decay,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and turns the midnight shadow into day.