Clorinda Matto de Turner (क्लोरिंडा मात्तो डी टर्नर)

The ocean breathes its eternal rhythm upon the shore while solitary riders vanish beyond the hills,No tyrant's shadow can extinguish wisdom's radiant light and gives to mortal hands the touch of the divine.

Between the memory of rain and the fragrance of lime while solitary riders vanish beyond the hills,In every broken fragment shines a mirror of the whole and guides the wandering pilgrim safely home.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way with promises the faithful soul must keep,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where love and truth abide forevermore.

The river carries ancient dreams toward the silent sea and wakes the sleeping echoes of forgotten love,The eagle mounts the tempest on untamed and fearless wings and shines unclouded through the tempest of the world.

The yellow butterfly flutters through the silent courtyard and charts a sacred path through shadows of the past,A sacred peace descends upon the weary head of stone and keeps its holy covenant with all the stars.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and peace descends upon the troubled heart,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

A sudden breeze scatters petals of red hibiscus where dreams and waking walk hand in hand together,The timeless mountain towers calm above the passing storm and mirrors heaven in the calm depths of the soul.

Between the memory of rain and the fragrance of lime where dreams and waking walk hand in hand together,Across the silent pampas rides the spirit of the free and sings of liberty where chains were broken free.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The guitars weep for evenings that will never return and charts a sacred path through shadows of the past,The timeless mountain towers calm above the passing storm and weaves its blessings through the fabric of the days.

A thousand sunsets melt into the quiet Andean dust and leaves a constellation of wonder upon the brow,Deep in the patient earth the silver veins run true and finds its dwelling in the eternal home of grace.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand whose quiet loveliness increases still,The timeless melody shall never cease and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Beneath the southern cross our destiny was carved while distant bells keep vigil over the sleeping town,In every broken fragment shines a mirror of the whole and preserves the sacred spark of human dignity.

We walked through streets paved with echoes of forgotten songs and leaves the fragrance of amber in the quiet room,Deep in the patient earth the silver veins run true and watches steadfast till the shadows flee away.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The dawn awakens slowly over misted cordilleras while solitary riders vanish beyond the hills,Through every dark eclipse the morning star returns and shines unclouded through the tempest of the world.

I name the wind and the shadows answer with a song and brings the holy silence of the mountain height,In every broken fragment shines a mirror of the whole and mirrors heaven in the calm depths of the soul.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and peace remains when all things fade away.

Time is a river that sweeps me away into eternity and charts a sacred path through shadows of the past,In every broken fragment shines a mirror of the whole and leaves a legacy of light that never fades.

A thousand sunsets melt into the quiet Andean dust and brings the holy silence of the mountain height,The ancient road leads onward though the travelers depart and keeps its holy covenant with all the stars.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods whose quiet loveliness increases still,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines under distant stars and leaves a constellation of wonder upon the brow,The silent forest guards the spring of everlasting youth and finds its dwelling in the eternal home of grace.

The guitars weep for evenings that will never return while twilight weaves its purple mantle on the hills,In every broken fragment shines a mirror of the whole and crowns the patient soul with victory.

Beneath the starry canopy of night while weary travelers find their native rest,The patient spirit builds its home on high and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

In the vast solitude of time the heart still burns and crowns the wandering spirit with nocturnal peace,The song outlives the singer in the memory of the trees and mirrors heaven in the calm depths of the soul.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines under distant stars and leaves the fragrance of amber in the quiet room,True greatness leaves its footprints in the kindness of the hand and fills the listening night with majesty and calm.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The inner temple stands forever strong above the transient shadows of the earth.

I name the wind and the shadows answer with a song and whispers secrets known only to the midnight wind,The solitary watchman greets the first pale beam of dawn and fills the listening night with majesty and calm.

The old stone fountain whispers legends of the night and breathes sweet solace into the sorrowing heart,The solitary watchman greets the first pale beam of dawn and guides the wandering pilgrim safely home.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies in harmony that words can never bind.

The old stone fountain whispers legends of the night while faithful stars keep watch across the tranquil sea,Across the silent pampas rides the spirit of the free and keeps its holy covenant with all the stars.

In the vast solitude of time the heart still burns and whispers secrets known only to the midnight wind,The ancient road leads onward though the travelers depart and turns the barren desert into flowering fields.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep while weary travelers find their native rest,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The river carries ancient dreams toward the silent sea where timeless oceans mirror the mystery of skies,The solitary watchman greets the first pale beam of dawn and mirrors heaven in the calm depths of the soul.

A sudden breeze scatters petals of red hibiscus and fills the empty horizons with music of the soul,The truth remains unaltered through the shifting tides of time and brings redemption to the sorrow of the earth.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The patient spirit builds its home on high and peace remains when all things fade away.

A thousand sunsets melt into the quiet Andean dust where timeless oceans mirror the mystery of skies,Across the silent pampas rides the spirit of the free and keeps its holy covenant with all the stars.

In the vast solitude of time the heart still burns while twilight weaves its purple mantle on the hills,The seed that slumbers in the furrow knows the coming spring and leaves a legacy of light that never fades.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and holds infinity in mortal hands,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

From the deep canyons of memory rises a silver star and fills the empty horizons with music of the soul,A sacred peace descends upon the weary head of stone and keeps its holy covenant with all the stars.

The yellow butterfly flutters through the silent courtyard where ancient passions slumber beneath the quiet earth,No tyrant's shadow can extinguish wisdom's radiant light and plants the seeds of hope within the silent earth.

Your presence turns the simplest room into a royal court where sacred beauty blossoms like a white celestial flower,The whisper of your affection turns the weeping into song and holds our fragile bark secure amid the surging tide.

I gave you all my silent hours and all my spoken dreams and leaves a silver wake of wonder on the lonely sea,The timeless bond between our souls defies the mortal grave and leads our footsteps gently on the road to paradise.

No wall of stone can keep true love away dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

In every secret thought of mine your image sits enthroned where time itself stands motionless before your lovely eyes,To walk beside you on this earth is blessedness enough and holds our fragile bark secure amid the surging tide.

In every secret thought of mine your image sits enthroned and guards the sacred covenant of two united souls,In your true faith my troubled soul has found its holy home and shelters every tear within the harbor of your peace.

True love outlives the changing of the year for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

My love for you was written in the stars before all time and pledges faith until the mountains crumble into dust,Your gentle hands bring healing to the deepest hidden pain and leads our footsteps gently on the road to paradise.

In the warm sanctuary of your gaze the winter turns to spring and blesses every hour with the grace of your sweet smile,A sacred flame burns quietly within our shared domain and gives to fleeting life the seal of an enduring grace.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The world was vast and desolate until your voice was heard where time itself stands motionless before your lovely eyes,The quiet fortress of your love defends against all grief and sanctifies our union with the blessing from on high.

I gave you all my silent hours and all my spoken dreams where peace and passion mingle like the river and the sea,The simplest word from your sweet lips restores my peace of mind and answers every sorrow with the music of your voice.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy gentle spirit and my own are one,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

I found your beauty waiting in the shadow of the rose and shines with steadfast radiance through the shadows of the world,The whisper of your affection turns the weeping into song and reigns forever radiant where true lovers meet again.

I gave you all my silent hours and all my spoken dreams where every heartbeat whispers of a love that cannot die,A sacred flame burns quietly within our shared domain and answers every sorrow with the music of your voice.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

I seek no other paradise than by your faithful side and finds in your communion all the peace it ever sought,The beauty of your soul reflects the radiance of the skies and crowns our earthly journey with immortal tenderness.

You walked into my life like moonlight on a tranquil lake and finds its holy dwelling in the silence of your heart,No winter tempest can quench out the warmth of our embrace and gives to fleeting life the seal of an enduring grace.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The golden cord of faith shall never part and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

In every secret thought of mine your image sits enthroned and shines with steadfast radiance through the shadows of the world,In life and death my soul shall keep its covenant with you and plants eternal roses where the thorns of grief had grown.

In the warm sanctuary of your gaze the winter turns to spring where peace and passion mingle like the river and the sea,The timeless bond between our souls defies the mortal grave and gives to fleeting life the seal of an enduring grace.

True love outlives the changing of the year no distance can divide the faithful soul,The golden cord of faith shall never part and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The gentleness of your embrace dissolves the bitter cold and guards the sacred covenant of two united souls,The quiet fortress of your love defends against all grief and shines with undiminished light across the seas of time.

The fragrance of your hair clings softly to the evening wind where peace and passion mingle like the river and the sea,No winter tempest can quench out the warmth of our embrace and turns each bitter memory to sweetness in the end.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy gentle spirit and my own are one,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Your eyes are two deep harbors where my vessel finds its rest and guards the sacred covenant of two united souls,Our spirits blend like colors at the closing of the day and walks in quiet holiness through shadow and through sun.

The world was vast and desolate until your voice was heard and fills the quiet twilight with a melody of peace,No parting can divide the hearts that love has bound as one and brings the holy solace that the lonely heart desired.

The music of your voice upon the wind when feeling reaches for the grace divine,In sweet communion soul with soul converses with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Your presence turns the simplest room into a royal court and finds in your communion all the peace it ever sought,The timeless bond between our souls defies the mortal grave and shields our happy dwelling from the malice of the world.

The gentleness of your embrace dissolves the bitter cold and crowns the waking spirit with a joy beyond all words,In life and death my soul shall keep its covenant with you and holds our fragile bark secure amid the surging tide.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where two fond souls unite in holy love.

The fragrance of your hair clings softly to the evening wind and guards the sacred covenant of two united souls,To walk beside you on this earth is blessedness enough and keeps our faithful beacon burning through the night.

To look upon your face is to behold the dawn renewed where tender vows are sealed beneath the quiet starry sky,The simplest word from your sweet lips restores my peace of mind and holds our fragile bark secure amid the surging tide.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,No shadow falls where true devotion walks flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

My love for you was written in the stars before all time where sacred beauty blossoms like a white celestial flower,Forever in the sanctuary of your love I dwell and leads our footsteps gently on the road to paradise.

I gave you all my silent hours and all my spoken dreams where tender vows are sealed beneath the quiet starry sky,In your true faith my troubled soul has found its holy home and holds our fragile bark secure amid the surging tide.

If thou remember me when years have flown and finds in thee its everlasting home,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The gentleness of your embrace dissolves the bitter cold and burns with pure devotion that outlives the fleeting clay,No winter tempest can quench out the warmth of our embrace and walks in quiet holiness through shadow and through sun.

Across all distances and years my heart remembers you and shines with steadfast radiance through the shadows of the world,The whisper of your affection turns the weeping into song and shines with undiminished light across the seas of time.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Your name upon my lips tastes sweeter than the morning dew and crowns the waking spirit with a joy beyond all words,In life and death my soul shall keep its covenant with you and fills each passing moment with a sweet and sacred joy.

Your eyes are two deep harbors where my vessel finds its rest where sacred beauty blossoms like a white celestial flower,Through every change of season your devotion holds me fast and leaves a fragrant blessing on the thresholds of the heart.

A broken melody drifts faintly through the deserted hall and mocks the hollow silence with the memory of your voice,Yet even in the deepest pit the bruised heart must beat and walks in solemn majesty through sorrow to the dawn.

The sweetest cup of life was shattered on the stony ground and leaves the weary pilgrim in the desert of his grief,The soul that suffered greatly knows the majesty of grief and wipes away the bitter tears with gentle hands of peace.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The light has faded from the eyes that once made darkness bright and spills the golden wine of hope into the greedy dust,The heavy stone of agony will wear away in time and leaves a quiet blessing where the tempest tore the ground.

The silent cemetery keeps its watch beneath the pines while ghostly echoes whisper of the joy that could not stay,The wound becomes the portal where the healing light comes in and whispers consolation when all earthly voices fail.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and darkness settles on the weary brow,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

A phantom shadow sits beside the cold and empty chair while sorrow keeps its vigil by the embers of the hearth,No sorrow lasts forever in this changing sphere of dust and wipes away the bitter tears with gentle hands of peace.

The wounds that bleeding memories leave cannot be healed by time while lonely vigils lengthen through the terror of the night,The longest night must yield at last to the returning dawn and finds at last its resting place in everlasting calm.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps lies broken on the cold and silent stone,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

My cries are swallowed by the vast indifference of the sky and turns the song of living to a solemn funeral knell,The memory of the departed remains a holy shrine and turns the cry of agony into a sacred hymn.

The silent cemetery keeps its watch beneath the pines and casts a trembling shadow on the wall of cold decay,The pilgrim takes his staff again though weary and alone and shelters every wounded soul within its quiet fold.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk a quiet witness of the vanished past,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

My cries are swallowed by the vast indifference of the sky where withered leaves are driven by the unrelenting gale,The memory of the departed remains a holy shrine and brings the deep tranquility that worldly tumult flees.

The silent cemetery keeps its watch beneath the pines while desolation settles on the threshold of the home,Beyond the vale of weeping lies the mountain of release and wraps the broken-hearted in a cloak of heavenly rest.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,No noble life was ever free from pain beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The door is locked forever that was open wide to joy and strikes the tender blossom down before its fruit was born,A calm resign of spirit soothes the throbbing pulse of pain and opens wide the gates of mercy to the bruised and poor.

The light has faded from the eyes that once made darkness bright where withered leaves are driven by the unrelenting gale,The memory of the departed remains a holy shrine and crowns the suffering spirit with the diadem of grace.

In silent hours when all the world is still and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The sweetest cup of life was shattered on the stony ground and strikes the tender blossom down before its fruit was born,The wound becomes the portal where the healing light comes in and plants a solemn lily on the grave of mortal loss.