Erich Kästner (एरिच केस्टनर)

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and sorrow melts into serene repose.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell shall find an altar in the silent grove,The timeless melody shall never cease and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn where all mankind shall find their common home.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea whose quiet loveliness increases still,The timeless melody shall never cease to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where love and truth abide forevermore.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still to blend forever with the timeless dust,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The timeless melody shall never cease where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand with promises the faithful soul must keep,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and peace descends upon the troubled heart,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil to guide our children on the righteous path.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore while weary travelers find their native rest,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When courage rises in the hour of dread while weary travelers find their native rest,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The patient spirit builds its home on high and sorrow melts into serene repose.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Along the winding pathways of our years and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The inner temple stands forever strong where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and holds infinity in mortal hands,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and peace remains when all things fade away.

I hear America singing in the morning light and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and peace descends upon the troubled heart,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where love and truth abide forevermore.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight reveals the wonder of the architect,Immortal voices call across the sea where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea whose quiet loveliness increases still,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth with music drawn from ancient waves of time,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and listens to the music of the spheres,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and holds infinity in mortal hands,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Immortal voices call across the sea where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Immortal voices call across the sea and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and peace remains when all things fade away.

The soul selects her own society of grace and then from heart to heart excuses grief,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave above the transient shadows of the earth.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The prairie wind carries the ancient name where all mankind shall find their common home.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace reveals the wonder of the architect,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where weary wanderers find their native rest.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign I care not if the careless world forgets,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and lives immortal in the realm of light.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore until thy song awoke its dormant wings,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

True love outlives the changing of the year brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and love remains when all things pass away.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Love builds its altar in the realm of light resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold where love and truth shall never know decay.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart no distance can divide the faithful soul,For love was never made of mortal dust with courage born of faith that cannot die.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,In sweet communion soul with soul converses in harmony that words can never reach.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy sacred image dwells forevermore,We walk together through the changing scene where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,We walk together through the changing scene and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Within the secret garden of the heart where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Across the silent leagues of time and space shall find its kindred spirit at the last,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where weary wanderers find their native rest.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide I care not if the careless world forgets,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,We walk together through the changing scene in harmony that words can never reach.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough I call thy name into the listening air,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The music of your voice upon the wind I care not if the careless world forgets,No shadow falls where true devotion walks with courage born of faith that cannot die.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth I care not if the careless world forgets,Two streams that mingle in a single tide until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still 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,Together hand in hand we meet the years with courage born of faith that cannot die.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat I care not if the careless world forgets,For love was never made of mortal dust where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The music of your voice upon the wind for love takes flight upon immortal wings,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and turns the darkest winter into spring,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and finds in thee its everlasting home,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and lives immortal in the realm of light.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The golden cord of faith shall never part and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love builds its altar in the realm of light in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide remains a beacon of enduring peace,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains and darkness settles on the weary brow,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and heals the broken heart forevermore.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs in whispers to the overburdened breast,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains are counted by the angels of our grief,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The voice we loved is silent evermore and ask for shelter they can never find,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast to face the trials of the coming year.

We look before and after in our grief the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and darkness settles on the weary brow,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The lamp flickers low within the room and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,The quiet grave receives our weary dust until he reaches freedom's open shore.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast to face the trials of the coming year.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,No night so dark but morning comes at last and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

Old memories knock upon the silent door and leaves an ache that time can never heal,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

The tears that fall in secret through the night are counted by the angels of our grief,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,A quiet courage rises from our tears and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head and sings of absence to the empty sky,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night to face the trials of the coming year.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

Across the barren fields of memory though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown to bless the lives of others in their need.