Edmond Rostand (एडमंड रोस्तां)

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while weary travelers find their native rest,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The quiet light of virtue cannot die in harmony that words can never bind.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

When morning breaks across the silent hills where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The timeless melody shall never cease and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while weary travelers find their native rest,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul to guide the seeker through the wilderness,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

I hear America singing in the morning light while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

When morning breaks across the silent hills with promises the faithful soul must keep,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still above the transient shadows of the earth,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind with promises the faithful soul must keep,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light where all mankind shall find their common home.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and peace remains when all things fade away.

In every blossom of the quiet spring to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace that whispers through the tumult of the age,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Freedom endures within the upright mind and fills the silence with immortal song.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years in harmony that words can never bind.

Beneath the starry canopy of night outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The patient spirit builds its home on high in harmony that words can never bind.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The inner temple stands forever strong while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

When morning breaks across the silent hills where honor shines with unextinguished ray,A deeper truth awakens in the mind above the transient shadows of the earth.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep above the transient shadows of the earth,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and closes down the valves of her attention,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

When morning breaks across the silent hills whose quiet loveliness increases still,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast whose quiet loveliness increases still,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell to guide the seeker through the wilderness,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Beneath the starry canopy of night to guide the seeker through the wilderness,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and listens to the music of the spheres,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and peace remains when all things fade away.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil where all mankind shall find their common home.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Beneath the starry canopy of night with promises the faithful soul must keep,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Immortal voices call across the sea and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Together hand in hand we meet the years and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The purest joy that mortal life can yield flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and fills my being with a sacred warmth,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun no distance can divide the faithful soul,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and winged affection needs no worldly light,For love was never made of mortal dust and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Across the silent leagues of time and space when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and lives immortal in the realm of light.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,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 dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Forever anchored in the port of grace in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn when feeling reaches for the grace divine,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light I call thy name into the listening air,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

The music of your voice upon the wind brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,In sweet communion soul with soul converses in harmony that words can never reach.

Across the silent leagues of time and space for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The purest joy that mortal life can yield with courage born of faith that cannot die.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet stands written on the tablets of the heart.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign I care not if the careless world forgets,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where two fond souls unite in holy love.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Two streams that mingle in a single tide flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and binds our hearts through all eternity.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Together hand in hand we meet the years and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The stars may fade but love remains secure and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and guides me safely to the haven sought.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and love remains when all things pass away.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign shall find its kindred spirit at the last,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets I call thy name into the listening air,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The stars may fade but love remains secure and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The stars may fade but love remains secure and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

If thou remember me when years have flown brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Together hand in hand we meet the years and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,We walk together through the changing scene until the shadows flee before the dawn.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip for joy returns with morning's golden light.

Across the barren fields of memory and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain to face the trials of the coming year.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar yet feels the deepest agony of earth,No night so dark but morning comes at last and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and ask for shelter they can never find,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone where neither grief nor parting enters in.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains in whispers to the overburdened breast,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The tears that fall in secret through the night remind the soul of joys that could not stay,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and shines radiant through the passing storm.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest beside the waters of unchanging peace.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial to bless the lives of others in their need.

We look before and after in our grief the mournful whisper that it might have been,A quiet courage rises from our tears and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

A broken melody upon the lute and sings of absence to the empty sky,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown beside the waters of unchanging peace.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and turns the midnight shadow into day.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame in whispers to the overburdened breast,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

A broken melody upon the lute and ask for shelter they can never find,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.