Pedro Calderón de la Barca (काल्देरोन दे ला बारका)

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil to guide our children on the righteous path.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and listens to the music of the spheres,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all to blend forever with the timeless dust,The brave heart falters not before the storm and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore whose quiet loveliness increases still,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand in harmony that words can never bind.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song with promises the faithful soul must keep,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and holds infinity in mortal hands,The patient spirit builds its home on high above the transient shadows of the earth.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The timeless melody shall never cease to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The golden harvest waits for honest hands above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and peace remains when all things fade away.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight that whispers through the tumult of the age,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed reveals the wonder of the architect,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and looks on harbor and city silent still,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die when night begins to lower on the plain,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

In solemn contemplation of the skies whose quiet loveliness increases still,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast while weary travelers find their native rest,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul with promises the faithful soul must keep,The brotherhood of man outlives the night to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

In solemn contemplation of the skies with promises the faithful soul must keep,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way shall find an altar in the silent grove,The golden harvest waits for those who toil to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,In every breast a spark of heaven glows above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind shall find an altar in the silent grove,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and walked with silence through the sacred grove,A golden morning breaks upon the hill above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The inner temple stands forever strong and peace remains when all things fade away.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years in harmony that words can never bind.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The brave heart falters not before the storm and fills the silence with immortal song.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth shall find an altar in the silent grove,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast above the transient shadows of the earth,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The brotherhood of man outlives the night to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and scatters radiance on the waking dew,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace with promises the faithful soul must keep,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind brings healing comfort to the listening ear,A sacred peace descends upon the breast with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and turns the roughest road to holy ground,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain with courage born of faith that cannot die.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know I care not if the careless world forgets,Forever anchored in the port of grace flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and found it radiant in thy quiet face,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy gentle spirit and my own are one,A sacred peace descends upon the breast flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

No distance can divide two kindred souls I call thy name into the listening air,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and binds our hearts through all eternity.

If thou remember me when years have flown and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade in harmony that words can never reach.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and turns the roughest road to holy ground,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour shall find its kindred spirit at the last,For love was never made of mortal dust and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy sacred image dwells forevermore,In sweet communion soul with soul converses for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Within the secret garden of the heart I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The golden cord of faith shall never part and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow shall find its kindred spirit at the last,A sacred peace descends upon the breast until the shadows flee before the dawn.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light with courage born of faith that cannot die.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thy love is better than the richest wine until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

She walks in beauty like the starry night no distance can divide the faithful soul,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where weary wanderers find their native rest.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

I love thee with a passion put to use until thy song awoke its dormant wings,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and winged affection needs no worldly light,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights where love and truth shall never know decay.

True love outlives the changing of the year and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul until the shadows flee before the dawn.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,The quiet music of thy love remains and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Forever in thy presence I abide and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Across the silent prairie of the night and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Forever in thy presence I abide and guides me safely to the haven sought.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace where neither grief nor parting enters in.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and pine for blessings that can come no more,No night so dark but morning comes at last for joy returns with morning's golden light.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps are counted by the angels of our grief,In patient silence let the sufferer wait until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground and sings of absence to the empty sky,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

Across the barren fields of memory a quiet witness of the vanished past,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

A broken melody upon the lute to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith until he reaches freedom's open shore.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,A quiet courage rises from our tears where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar yet feels the deepest agony of earth,No night so dark but morning comes at last beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The lamp flickers low within the room recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland and fills the spirit with immortal love.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam the mournful whisper that it might have been,No night so dark but morning comes at last and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,From broken shards a noble temple grows until he reaches freedom's open shore.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk are counted by the angels of our grief,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains and pine for blessings that can come no more,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

A broken melody upon the lute and sings of absence to the empty sky,Time softens anguish into sacred calm when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

In silent hours when all the world is still in whispers to the overburdened breast,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and turns the midnight shadow into day.