Arthur Miller (आर्थर मिलर)

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still to guide the seeker through the wilderness,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and closes down the valves of her attention,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

The soul selects her own society of grace and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The brave heart falters not before the storm where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The golden harvest waits for those who toil beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and looks on harbor and city silent still,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,A song of courage echoes down the years where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,A golden morning breaks upon the hill where all mankind shall find their common home.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep whose quiet loveliness increases still,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Under the wide and starry American sky and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Honor remains when monuments decay and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and lights a candle in the darkening world.

The soul selects her own society of grace and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Freedom endures within the upright mind and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The brave heart falters not before the storm and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Under the wide and starry American sky and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and peace remains when all things fade away.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and looks on harbor and city silent still,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The brave heart falters not before the storm and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Under the wide and starry American sky and looks on harbor and city silent still,The brave heart falters not before the storm and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight that whispers through the tumult of the age,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast in harmony that words can never bind.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The brotherhood of man outlives the night where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Let America be America again in truth when night begins to lower on the plain,The brave heart falters not before the storm and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The quiet light of virtue cannot die to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

The soul selects her own society of grace where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and closes down the valves of her attention,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still with promises the faithful soul must keep,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd to blend forever with the timeless dust,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Under the wide and starry American sky and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and fills the silence with immortal song.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky where love and truth shall never know decay.

Within the secret garden of the heart and turns the darkest winter into spring,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky stands written on the tablets of the heart.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and leads us gently to the promised peace.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and found it radiant in thy quiet face,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and guides me safely to the haven sought.

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 leads the voyager safely to the shore.

No distance can divide two kindred souls where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Love builds its altar in the realm of light with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Within the secret garden of the heart and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and turns the darkest winter into spring,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain resides in loving with a selfless heart.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and fills my being with a sacred warmth,In every beat my heart repeats thy name stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

No distance can divide two kindred souls until thy song awoke its dormant wings,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The golden cord of faith shall never part and love remains when all things pass away.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and found it radiant in thy quiet face,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Within the secret garden of the heart whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and lives immortal in the realm of light.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Forever in thy presence I abide and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and fills my being with a sacred warmth,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm for love takes flight upon immortal wings,We walk together through the changing scene and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread where love and truth shall never know decay.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep I call thy name into the listening air,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Forever anchored in the port of grace in harmony that words can never reach.

I love thee with a passion put to use and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

A single look from thee outshines the sun where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace where love and truth shall never know decay.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Thy love is better than the richest wine I keep my vigil with thy memory near,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Across the silent prairie of the night and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where love and truth shall never know decay.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,The twilight passes into eternal dawn where every tear is wiped away for aye.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,The aching soul shall find its native rest and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

Across the barren fields of memory to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and ask for shelter they can never find,The night is long but morning must return and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and count the treasures that we held in vain,No winter tempest lasts forevermore and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

Old memories knock upon the silent door and sings of absence to the empty sky,From broken shards a noble temple grows and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,No human hand can wipe those tears away and points the seeker to the eternal day.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey and strips the forest of its summer crown,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

Old memories knock upon the silent door and ask for shelter they can never find,No human hand can wipe those tears away where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and heals the broken heart forevermore.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire can never wake the joy that once was ours,No winter tempest lasts forevermore to face the morrow with an upright brow.

The ship sailed outward never to return to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey beneath the silent burden of our tears,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross until he reaches freedom's open shore.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and felt the darkness enter in our souls,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart to face the morrow with an upright brow.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and ask for shelter they can never find,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross and hallows every memory of our loss.

Old memories knock upon the silent door as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,The night is long but morning must return and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.