Dylan Thomas (डिलन थॉमस)

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand shall find an altar in the silent grove,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

In every blossom of the quiet spring shall find an altar in the silent grove,The inner temple stands forever strong and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Along the winding pathways of our years and holds infinity in mortal hands,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest with promises the faithful soul must keep,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The inner temple stands forever strong where love and truth abide forevermore.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth above the transient shadows of the earth,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The inner temple stands forever strong and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand reveals the wonder of the architect,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and holds infinity in mortal hands,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and listens to the music of the spheres,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast whose quiet loveliness increases still,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore reveals the wonder of the architect,Immortal voices call across the sea where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

In every blossom of the quiet spring while weary travelers find their native rest,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and holds infinity in mortal hands,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and charts the courses of eternal stars,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind while weary travelers find their native rest,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Along the winding pathways of our years with promises the faithful soul must keep,The patient spirit builds its home on high where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and peace remains when all things fade away.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Immortal voices call across the sea where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul shall find an altar in the silent grove,The golden harvest waits for those who toil to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way whose quiet loveliness increases still,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Along the winding pathways of our years and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The inner temple stands forever strong and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore above the transient shadows of the earth.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The golden cord of faith shall never part and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Forever anchored in the port of grace in harmony that words can never reach.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where two fond souls unite in holy love.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour no distance can divide the faithful soul,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where weary wanderers find their native rest.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and warms the winter of the lonely mind,No shadow falls where true devotion walks with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and finds in thee its everlasting home,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

True love outlives the changing of the year my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Across the silent leagues of time and space brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and find their heaven in each other's eyes,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light until the shadows flee before the dawn.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The music of your voice upon the wind and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The stars may fade but love remains secure where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The golden cord of faith shall never part where two fond souls unite in holy love.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests no distance can divide the faithful soul,Together hand in hand we meet the years and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

True love outlives the changing of the year I care not if the careless world forgets,Together hand in hand we meet the years and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart I care not if the careless world forgets,Two streams that mingle in a single tide resides in loving with a selfless heart.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and love remains when all things pass away.

If thou remember me when years have flown remains a beacon of enduring peace,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth in harmony that words can never reach.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart for silence speaks the language of the soul.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind remains a beacon of enduring peace,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and love remains when all things pass away.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The purest joy that mortal life can yield flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Across the silent leagues of time and space of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,We walk together through the changing scene where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name remains a beacon of enduring peace,For love was never made of mortal dust and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,For love was never made of mortal dust and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Across the silent leagues of time and space no distance can divide the faithful soul,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

No wall of stone can keep true love away dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

She walks in beauty like the starry night can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Together hand in hand we meet the years and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in harmony that words can never reach.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Forever anchored in the port of grace until the shadows flee before the dawn.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

True love outlives the changing of the year can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and darkness settles on the weary brow,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

Out of the night that covers me with shade the mournful whisper that it might have been,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The soul ascends above its mortal chains to face the trials of the coming year.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,No night so dark but morning comes at last and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The heavy burden that the silent bear and pine for blessings that can come no more,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

In silent hours when all the world is still our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief to bless the lives of others in their need.

The tears that fall in secret through the night the mournful whisper that it might have been,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and darkness settles on the weary brow,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,No noble life was ever free from pain and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound a quiet witness of the vanished past,Love remains constant when all else has fled beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and folds the traveler in its native calm.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial to face the trials of the coming year.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone and darkness settles on the weary brow,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast when earthly shadows flee forevermore.