Denis Diderot (डेनिस डिडरो)

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and holds infinity in mortal hands,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and closes down the valves of her attention,The brotherhood of man outlives the night above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

When morning breaks across the silent hills shall find an altar in the silent grove,Immortal voices call across the sea in harmony that words can never bind.

Along the winding pathways of our years outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The patient spirit builds its home on high to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where love and truth abide forevermore.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and fills the silence with immortal song.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand while weary travelers find their native rest,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The inner temple stands forever strong beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Along the winding pathways of our years and listens to the music of the spheres,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The timeless melody shall never cease to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and peace descends upon the troubled heart,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still reveals the wonder of the architect,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Honor remains when monuments decay and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and holds infinity in mortal hands,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall in harmony that words can never bind.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell reveals the wonder of the architect,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

When morning breaks across the silent hills to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell above the transient shadows of the earth,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and lights a candle in the darkening wild,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

I hear America singing in the morning light and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Along the winding pathways of our years and holds infinity in mortal hands,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Beneath the starry canopy of night whose quiet loveliness increases still,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and then from heart to heart excuses grief,A song of courage echoes down the years and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Along the winding pathways of our years reveals the wonder of the architect,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The timeless melody shall never cease to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When morning breaks across the silent hills where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn when night begins to lower on the plain,Freedom endures within the upright mind and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,A golden morning breaks upon the hill to guide our children on the righteous path.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore that whispers through the tumult of the age,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests for love takes flight upon immortal wings,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know I care not if the careless world forgets,For love was never made of mortal dust until the shadows flee before the dawn.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun no distance can divide the faithful soul,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light I keep my vigil with thy memory near,The quiet music of thy love remains and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea safe from the fury of the surging main,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul with courage born of faith that cannot die.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea I care not if the careless world forgets,Two streams that mingle in a single tide flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Forever in thy presence I abide and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

True love outlives the changing of the year shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Across the silent leagues of time and space my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The golden cord of faith shall never part for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Within the secret garden of the heart and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light resides in loving with a selfless heart.

No wall of stone can keep true love away when feeling reaches for the grace divine,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The golden cord of faith shall never part and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy gentle spirit and my own are one,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and lives immortal in the realm of light.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and finds in thee its everlasting home,In sweet communion soul with soul converses resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests for love takes flight upon immortal wings,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and winged affection needs no worldly light,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where two fond souls unite in holy love.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The golden cord of faith shall never part resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,For love was never made of mortal dust and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,We walk together through the changing scene and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,For love was never made of mortal dust and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom safe from the fury of the surging main,For love was never made of mortal dust and love remains when all things pass away.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy sacred image dwells forevermore,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and find their heaven in each other's eyes,We walk together through the changing scene until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

True love outlives the changing of the year my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy tender grace illuminates my days resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The tears that fall in secret through the night yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Love remains constant when all else has fled for joy returns with morning's golden light.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and life awakens from the frozen ground.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,The twilight passes into eternal dawn where every tear is wiped away for aye.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled the mournful whisper that it might have been,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain are counted by the angels of our grief,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain beneath the silent burden of our tears,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

The heavy burden that the silent bear yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last and points the seeker to the eternal day.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist in whispers to the overburdened breast,No noble life was ever free from pain and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place remind the soul of joys that could not stay,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head and count the treasures that we held in vain,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and every footstep whispers of decay,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell beside the waters of unchanging peace.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and life awakens from the frozen ground.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone remind the soul of joys that could not stay,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and shines radiant through the passing storm.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey and sings of absence to the empty sky,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain the wandering footsteps find no resting place,No night so dark but morning comes at last and shines radiant through the passing storm.