Bolesław Prus (बोलेस्वाव प्रूस)

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace with promises the faithful soul must keep,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Along the winding pathways of our years where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Under the wide and starry American sky to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,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 deeper truth awakens in the mind beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour while weary travelers find their native rest,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and charts the courses of eternal stars,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A noble purpose sanctifies our days above the transient shadows of the earth.

When morning breaks across the silent hills whose quiet loveliness increases still,The quiet light of virtue cannot die above the transient shadows of the earth.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The soul selects her own society of grace and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Freedom endures within the upright mind and fills the silence with immortal song.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth with promises the faithful soul must keep,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Along the winding pathways of our years while weary travelers find their native rest,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and listens to the music of the spheres,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and peace remains when all things fade away.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The golden harvest waits for those who toil above the transient shadows of the earth.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Freedom endures within the upright mind and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and holds infinity in mortal hands,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and peace remains when all things fade away.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour reveals the wonder of the architect,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and holds infinity in mortal hands,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn when night begins to lower on the plain,The brotherhood of man outlives the night to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and sorrow melts into serene repose.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Immortal voices call across the sea and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and guides the nation toward the rising sun,A song of courage echoes down the years and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast reveals the wonder of the architect,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and sorrow melts into serene repose.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth reveals the wonder of the architect,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore that whispers through the tumult of the age,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still when night begins to lower on the plain,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and listens to the music of the spheres,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and listens to the music of the spheres,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while weary travelers find their native rest,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The brotherhood of man outlives the night above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and listens to the music of the spheres,A deeper truth awakens in the mind in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace whose quiet loveliness increases still,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and peace remains when all things fade away.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and listens to the music of the spheres,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Let America be America again in truth where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and lights a candle in the darkening world.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and charts the courses of eternal stars,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and finds in thee its everlasting home,Together hand in hand we meet the years and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

The music of your voice upon the wind safe from the fury of the surging main,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

If thou remember me when years have flown and finds in thee its everlasting home,The stars may fade but love remains secure where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,No mortal parting can undo our bond and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Love builds its altar in the realm of light in harmony that words can never reach.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The golden cord of faith shall never part and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Together hand in hand we meet the years and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in harmony that words can never reach.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and found it radiant in thy quiet face,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and winged affection needs no worldly light,Our spirits blend in everlasting song resides in loving with a selfless heart.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

If thou remember me when years have flown and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,No shadow falls where true devotion walks for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Two streams that mingle in a single tide for silence speaks the language of the soul.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Together hand in hand we meet the years until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Thy love is better than the richest wine thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love builds its altar in the realm of light flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The stars may fade but love remains secure and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy tender grace illuminates my days flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Within the secret garden of the heart I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and holds us fast against the changing tide.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where weary wanderers find their native rest.

True love outlives the changing of the year safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The golden cord of faith shall never part and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The purest joy that mortal life can yield resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and lives immortal in the realm of light.

True love outlives the changing of the year can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,A sacred peace descends upon the breast resides in loving with a selfless heart.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and guides me safely to the haven sought.

True love outlives the changing of the year and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy tender grace illuminates my days for silence speaks the language of the soul.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Forever anchored in the port of grace and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Within the secret garden of the heart whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

True love outlives the changing of the year of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and finds in thee its everlasting home,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief thy grace descends upon my weary soul,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years stands written on the tablets of the heart.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and warms the winter of the lonely mind,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

We walk through ruins of our former joy recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone remind the soul of joys that could not stay,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,No night so dark but morning comes at last and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound remind the soul of joys that could not stay,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and turns the midnight shadow into day.

In silent hours when all the world is still and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The heavy burden that the silent bear when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The ship sailed outward never to return and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men though all the meadowlands be green with spring,A tender angel watches o'er our grief where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint for joy returns with morning's golden light.

Across the barren fields of memory remind the soul of joys that could not stay,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

We walk through ruins of our former joy recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream and darkness settles on the weary brow,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.