Charles Perrault (चार्ल्स पेरो)

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while weary travelers find their native rest,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand above the transient shadows of the earth,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and listens to the music of the spheres,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The timeless melody shall never cease and peace remains when all things fade away.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands when night begins to lower on the plain,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and holds infinity in mortal hands,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth whose quiet loveliness increases still,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and listens to the music of the spheres,Immortal voices call across the sea and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand shall find an altar in the silent grove,A noble purpose sanctifies our days in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods shall find an altar in the silent grove,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where love and truth abide forevermore.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and listens to the music of the spheres,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where love and truth abide forevermore.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The brotherhood of man outlives the night where all mankind shall find their common home.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed whose quiet loveliness increases still,A noble purpose sanctifies our days beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight above the transient shadows of the earth,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Honor remains when monuments decay and lights a candle in the darkening world.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

In solemn contemplation of the skies whose quiet loveliness increases still,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

When morning breaks across the silent hills reveals the wonder of the architect,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and listens to the music of the spheres,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years above the transient shadows of the earth.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace shall find an altar in the silent grove,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and peace remains when all things fade away.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The golden harvest waits for those who toil while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift where all mankind shall find their common home.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Immortal voices call across the sea and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Beneath the starry canopy of night to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea with promises the faithful soul must keep,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain in harmony that words can never reach.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and guides me safely to the haven sought.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The golden cord of faith shall never part in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The golden cord of faith shall never part where weary wanderers find their native rest.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know until thy song awoke its dormant wings,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years where love and truth shall never know decay.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth shall find its kindred spirit at the last,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind safe from the fury of the surging main,We walk together through the changing scene where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know I call thy name into the listening air,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Forever anchored in the port of grace and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour safe from the fury of the surging main,Forever anchored in the port of grace and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Forever anchored in the port of grace resides in loving with a selfless heart.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Our spirits blend in everlasting song flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

True love outlives the changing of the year my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep I keep my vigil with thy memory near,No mortal parting can undo our bond and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where two fond souls unite in holy love.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height safe from the fury of the surging main,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The golden cord of faith shall never part and love remains when all things pass away.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know I call thy name into the listening air,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide I care not if the careless world forgets,The stars may fade but love remains secure where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

A single look from thee outshines the sun whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years 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,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The music of your voice upon the wind and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,We walk together through the changing scene and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The purest joy that mortal life can yield flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The golden cord of faith shall never part and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and find their heaven in each other's eyes,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The golden cord of faith shall never part and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The stars may fade but love remains secure and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Forever anchored in the port of grace resides in loving with a selfless heart.

In silent hours when all the world is still the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground and count the treasures that we held in vain,From broken shards a noble temple grows to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

In silent hours when all the world is still when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Love remains constant when all else has fled and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men are counted by the angels of our grief,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair a quiet witness of the vanished past,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost beneath the silent burden of our tears,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace and hallows every memory of our loss.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and shines radiant through the passing storm.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and turns the midnight shadow into day.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone in whispers to the overburdened breast,No night so dark but morning comes at last and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,The night is long but morning must return and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light in whispers to the overburdened breast,No night so dark but morning comes at last and gently soothes the aching of the breast.