Charles Baudelaire (चार्ल्स बॉडेलेयर)

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and holds infinity in mortal hands,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart above the transient shadows of the earth.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way reveals the wonder of the architect,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The brave heart falters not before the storm where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell reveals the wonder of the architect,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while weary travelers find their native rest,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die when night begins to lower on the plain,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The inner temple stands forever strong in harmony that words can never bind.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where love and truth abide forevermore.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and charts the courses of eternal stars,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and peace remains when all things fade away.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and charts the courses of eternal stars,The patient spirit builds its home on high in harmony that words can never bind.

Under the wide and starry American sky and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell above the transient shadows of the earth,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave in harmony that words can never bind.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand that whispers through the tumult of the age,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king to guide our children on the righteous path.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace to guide the seeker through the wilderness,A noble purpose sanctifies our days in harmony that words can never bind.

In solemn contemplation of the skies where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,A noble purpose sanctifies our days in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Let America be America again in truth and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart in harmony that words can never bind.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind shall find an altar in the silent grove,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Under the wide and starry American sky and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way where honor shines with unextinguished ray,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The brave heart falters not before the storm and fills the silence with immortal song.

Along the winding pathways of our years and charts the courses of eternal stars,Immortal voices call across the sea and sorrow melts into serene repose.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep reveals the wonder of the architect,The patient spirit builds its home on high and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

I hear America singing in the morning light when night begins to lower on the plain,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind that whispers through the tumult of the age,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way whose quiet loveliness increases still,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall above the transient shadows of the earth.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name I care not if the careless world forgets,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where two fond souls unite in holy love.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Together hand in hand we meet the years for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Across the silent leagues of time and space brings healing comfort to the listening ear,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,The quiet music of thy love remains and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and turns the darkest winter into spring,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Forever anchored in the port of grace and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

She walks in beauty like the starry night of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where two fond souls unite in holy love.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf I keep my vigil with thy memory near,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,For love was never made of mortal dust and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,No shadow falls where true devotion walks with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep I call thy name into the listening air,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and binds our hearts through all eternity.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know no distance can divide the faithful soul,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Forever anchored in the port of grace and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet where love and truth shall never know decay.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and warms the winter of the lonely mind,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of brings healing comfort to the listening ear,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love builds its altar in the realm of light flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and warms the winter of the lonely mind,In sweet communion soul with soul converses in harmony that words can never reach.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The golden cord of faith shall never part until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and fills my being with a sacred warmth,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

If thou remember me when years have flown I care not if the careless world forgets,The stars may fade but love remains secure and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

If thou remember me when years have flown and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

The music of your voice upon the wind when feeling reaches for the grace divine,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Our spirits blend in everlasting song flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name remains a beacon of enduring peace,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and love remains when all things pass away.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and turns the darkest winter into spring,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and holds us fast against the changing tide.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame and every footstep whispers of decay,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and left our harbor empty in the rain,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart where neither grief nor parting enters in.

The heavy burden that the silent bear lies broken on the cold and silent stone,No night so dark but morning comes at last and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

A broken melody upon the lute and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,Time softens anguish into sacred calm to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain the mournful whisper that it might have been,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast to bless the lives of others in their need.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,The twilight passes into eternal dawn where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,A quiet courage rises from our tears and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl though all the meadowlands be green with spring,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The lamp flickers low within the room are known to heaven though the world be blind,From broken shards a noble temple grows and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

The heavy burden that the silent bear weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs a quiet witness of the vanished past,No night so dark but morning comes at last and heals the broken heart forevermore.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

In silent hours when all the world is still and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye when earthly shadows flee forevermore.