Bertolt Brecht (बर्टोल्ट ब्रेख्त)

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A noble purpose sanctifies our days beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The soul selects her own society of grace where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Immortal voices call across the sea and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

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 and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace that whispers through the tumult of the age,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall above the transient shadows of the earth.

In every blossom of the quiet spring while weary travelers find their native rest,The quiet light of virtue cannot die in harmony that words can never bind.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and then from heart to heart excuses grief,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Immortal voices call across the sea where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

I hear America singing in the morning light and closes down the valves of her attention,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart in harmony that words can never bind.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and walked with silence through the sacred grove,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

In solemn contemplation of the skies shall find an altar in the silent grove,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night above the transient shadows of the earth.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn 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.

In solemn contemplation of the skies reveals the wonder of the architect,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes in harmony that words can never bind.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Immortal voices call across the sea and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still to blend forever with the timeless dust,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and fills the silence with immortal song.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and holds infinity in mortal hands,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and holds infinity in mortal hands,The inner temple stands forever strong and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and listens to the music of the spheres,Immortal voices call across the sea where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Freedom endures within the upright mind and fills the silence with immortal song.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep that whispers through the tumult of the age,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still with promises the faithful soul must keep,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun no distance can divide the faithful soul,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and find their heaven in each other's eyes,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and lives immortal in the realm of light.

She walks in beauty like the starry night for love takes flight upon immortal wings,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Across the silent prairie of the night and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

She walks in beauty like the starry night shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Together hand in hand we meet the years resides in loving with a selfless heart.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour remains a beacon of enduring peace,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

No distance can divide two kindred souls I call thy name into the listening air,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,We walk together through the changing scene and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Two streams that mingle in a single tide in harmony that words can never reach.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and guides me safely to the haven sought.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife until the shadows flee before the dawn.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea remains a beacon of enduring peace,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,The quiet music of thy love remains and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart safe from the fury of the surging main,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy tender grace illuminates my days until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thy love is better than the richest wine where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and binds our hearts through all eternity.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and lives immortal in the realm of light.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The golden cord of faith shall never part and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

A single look from thee outshines the sun whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and love remains when all things pass away.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

No distance can divide two kindred souls I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and binds our hearts through all eternity.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and winged affection needs no worldly light,The golden cord of faith shall never part where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know I call thy name into the listening air,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

If thou remember me when years have flown I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom in harmony that words can never reach.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul for silence speaks the language of the soul.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and turns the darkest winter into spring,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind no distance can divide the faithful soul,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek I call thy name into the listening air,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Across the silent leagues of time and space my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and winged affection needs no worldly light,In sweet communion soul with soul converses until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled the mournful whisper that it might have been,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The lamp flickers low within the room and leaves an ache that time can never heal,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross to face the morrow with an upright brow.

Out of the night that covers me with shade yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love to bless the lives of others in their need.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,Time softens anguish into sacred calm and find in solitude its quiet strength.

We look before and after in our grief and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell to bless the lives of others in their need.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,The night is long but morning must return and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

Out of the night that covers me with shade the wandering footsteps find no resting place,No night so dark but morning comes at last and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and strips the forest of its summer crown,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom and hallows every memory of our loss.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

Across the barren fields of memory when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Love remains constant when all else has fled and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

We walk through ruins of our former joy where sorrow sits in solemn company,From broken shards a noble temple grows where neither grief nor parting enters in.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound in whispers to the overburdened breast,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

Out of the night that covers me with shade and darkness settles on the weary brow,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and felt the darkness enter in our souls,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam yet feels the deepest agony of earth,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and holds the spirit in its loving arms.