Czeslaw Milosz (चेस्वाव मीलोश)

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest that whispers through the tumult of the age,The patient spirit builds its home on high where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods that whispers through the tumult of the age,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The timeless melody shall never cease to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The timeless melody shall never cease and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The patient spirit builds its home on high in harmony that words can never bind.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and scatters radiance on the waking dew,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where love and truth abide forevermore.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep that whispers through the tumult of the age,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and peace remains when all things fade away.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and holds infinity in mortal hands,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

In solemn contemplation of the skies that whispers through the tumult of the age,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Along the winding pathways of our years whose quiet loveliness increases still,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods whose quiet loveliness increases still,The patient spirit builds its home on high and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A noble purpose sanctifies our days in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The patient spirit builds its home on high where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

In solemn contemplation of the skies while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and peace remains when all things fade away.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Along the winding pathways of our years and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The patient spirit builds its home on high in harmony that words can never bind.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The golden harvest waits for those who toil in harmony that words can never bind.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while weary travelers find their native rest,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace that whispers through the tumult of the age,The patient spirit builds its home on high where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea shall find an altar in the silent grove,The timeless melody shall never cease and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea above the transient shadows of the earth,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow in harmony that words can never bind.

When courage rises in the hour of dread that whispers through the tumult of the age,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind that whispers through the tumult of the age,The timeless melody shall never cease in harmony that words can never bind.

When morning breaks across the silent hills shall find an altar in the silent grove,Immortal voices call across the sea where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and holds infinity in mortal hands,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown above the transient shadows of the earth.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and listens to the music of the spheres,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Together hand in hand we meet the years for silence speaks the language of the soul.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The music of your voice upon the wind remains a beacon of enduring peace,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where weary wanderers find their native rest.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

If thou remember me when years have flown and winged affection needs no worldly light,In sweet communion soul with soul converses with courage born of faith that cannot die.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where weary wanderers find their native rest.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife in harmony that words can never reach.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,The stars may fade but love remains secure in harmony that words can never reach.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where weary wanderers find their native rest.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and winged affection needs no worldly light,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where weary wanderers find their native rest.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The stars may fade but love remains secure in harmony that words can never reach.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and lives immortal in the realm of light.

The music of your voice upon the wind remains a beacon of enduring peace,Together hand in hand we meet the years where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Across the silent leagues of time and space safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and lives immortal in the realm of light.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

The music of your voice upon the wind and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,For love was never made of mortal dust flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

True love outlives the changing of the year and winged affection needs no worldly light,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth shall find its kindred spirit at the last,For love was never made of mortal dust and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

She walks in beauty like the starry night when feeling reaches for the grace divine,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and love remains when all things pass away.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,We walk together through the changing scene and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Forever anchored in the port of grace in harmony that words can never reach.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Two streams that mingle in a single tide resides in loving with a selfless heart.

She walks in beauty like the starry night shall find its kindred spirit at the last,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and love remains when all things pass away.

The tears that fall in secret through the night the wandering footsteps find no resting place,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak lies broken on the cold and silent stone,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain to face the trials of the coming year.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Love remains constant when all else has fled beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love to face the trials of the coming year.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The heavy burden that the silent bear yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest to face the trials of the coming year.

The heavy burden that the silent bear the wandering footsteps find no resting place,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone when twilight deepens on the mountain road,No night so dark but morning comes at last beside the waters of unchanging peace.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar when twilight deepens on the mountain road,A quiet courage rises from our tears and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and heals the broken heart forevermore.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair remind the soul of joys that could not stay,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

In silent hours when all the world is still the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and darkness settles on the weary brow,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown to bless the lives of others in their need.

The tears that fall in secret through the night yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,Love remains constant when all else has fled and every tear becomes a pearl of price.