Callimachus (कैलिमाकस)

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and listens to the music of the spheres,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still whose quiet loveliness increases still,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where honor shines with unextinguished ray,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Under the wide and starry American sky and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The brave heart falters not before the storm where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and peace remains when all things fade away.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The timeless melody shall never cease beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The patient spirit builds its home on high and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The inner temple stands forever strong and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Along the winding pathways of our years and holds infinity in mortal hands,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The soul selects her own society of grace and guides the nation toward the rising sun,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and charts the courses of eternal stars,Immortal voices call across the sea to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

In every blossom of the quiet spring that whispers through the tumult of the age,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and listens to the music of the spheres,A deeper truth awakens in the mind to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The patient spirit builds its home on high to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The timeless melody shall never cease where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and holds infinity in mortal hands,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea above the transient shadows of the earth,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast whose quiet loveliness increases still,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast that whispers through the tumult of the age,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and sorrow melts into serene repose.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods with promises the faithful soul must keep,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief above the transient shadows of the earth.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know remains a beacon of enduring peace,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and love remains when all things pass away.

Within the secret garden of the heart I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,We walk together through the changing scene and love remains when all things pass away.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy sacred image dwells forevermore,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

I love thee with a passion put to use thy grace descends upon my weary soul,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

The music of your voice upon the wind remains a beacon of enduring peace,We walk together through the changing scene in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and lives immortal in the realm of light.

She walks in beauty like the starry night I care not if the careless world forgets,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Across the silent leagues of time and space my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Forever anchored in the port of grace and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and finds in thee its everlasting home,For love was never made of mortal dust with courage born of faith that cannot die.

If thou remember me when years have flown safe from the fury of the surging main,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

I love thee with a passion put to use and finds in thee its everlasting home,Forever in thy presence I abide and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and winged affection needs no worldly light,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The music of your voice upon the wind my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief I keep my vigil with thy memory near,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and finds in thee its everlasting home,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Across the silent leagues of time and space dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Across the silent prairie of the night and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and love remains when all things pass away.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom for love takes flight upon immortal wings,For love was never made of mortal dust and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

True love outlives the changing of the year my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light resides in loving with a selfless heart.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Forever in thy presence I abide and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and winged affection needs no worldly light,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Forever anchored in the port of grace flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and fills my being with a sacred warmth,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and lives immortal in the realm of light.

True love outlives the changing of the year brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

No distance can divide two kindred souls where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and warms the winter of the lonely mind,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Across the silent leagues of time and space for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Our spirits blend in everlasting song resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and turns the darkest winter into spring,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade in harmony that words can never reach.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The golden cord of faith shall never part until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The tears that fall in secret through the night our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and pine for blessings that can come no more,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame are counted by the angels of our grief,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The voice we loved is silent evermore and count the treasures that we held in vain,The twilight passes into eternal dawn until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and shines radiant through the passing storm.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep to bless the lives of others in their need.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream in whispers to the overburdened breast,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and folds the traveler in its native calm.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,No night so dark but morning comes at last and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The lamp flickers low within the room beneath the silent burden of our tears,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and fills the spirit with immortal love.

The heavy burden that the silent bear the mournful whisper that it might have been,The soul ascends above its mortal chains to bless the lives of others in their need.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair a quiet witness of the vanished past,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust and strips the forest of its summer crown,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith and hallows every memory of our loss.

The heavy burden that the silent bear when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and pine for blessings that can come no more,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey and count the treasures that we held in vain,No human hand can wipe those tears away and points the seeker to the eternal day.