Franz Kafka (फ्रांज काफ्का)

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour reveals the wonder of the architect,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand whose quiet loveliness increases still,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave in harmony that words can never bind.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

When morning breaks across the silent hills whose quiet loveliness increases still,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul whose quiet loveliness increases still,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Under the wide and starry American sky when night begins to lower on the plain,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

In solemn contemplation of the skies while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The inner temple stands forever strong and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and listens to the music of the spheres,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour whose quiet loveliness increases still,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

In solemn contemplation of the skies outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king where all mankind shall find their common home.

In solemn contemplation of the skies where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where love and truth abide forevermore.

Beneath the starry canopy of night that whispers through the tumult of the age,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and closes down the valves of her attention,The brave heart falters not before the storm and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest shall find an altar in the silent grove,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and closes down the valves of her attention,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and lights a candle in the darkening world.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and marks the turning of the wheel of time,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

When courage rises in the hour of dread whose quiet loveliness increases still,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and charts the courses of eternal stars,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Along the winding pathways of our years whose quiet loveliness increases still,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold beneath the banner of unyielding hope,In every breast a spark of heaven glows where all mankind shall find their common home.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and marks the turning of the wheel of time,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown above the transient shadows of the earth.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace shall find an altar in the silent grove,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide where all mankind shall find their common home.

In solemn contemplation of the skies whose quiet loveliness increases still,The quiet light of virtue cannot die beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep shall find an altar in the silent grove,The timeless melody shall never cease beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and holds us fast against the changing tide.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and finds in thee its everlasting home,Together hand in hand we meet the years with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Forever anchored in the port of grace and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign no distance can divide the faithful soul,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Our spirits blend in everlasting song for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and winged affection needs no worldly light,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and finds in thee its everlasting home,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and finds in thee its everlasting home,The stars may fade but love remains secure and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and finds in thee its everlasting home,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom brings healing comfort to the listening ear,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

I love thee with a passion put to use and fills my being with a sacred warmth,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and find their heaven in each other's eyes,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife for silence speaks the language of the soul.

No wall of stone can keep true love away of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The stars may fade but love remains secure and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and winged affection needs no worldly light,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The music of your voice upon the wind for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where two fond souls unite in holy love.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

No wall of stone can keep true love away for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Forever anchored in the port of grace and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

The heavy burden that the silent bear black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and every footstep whispers of decay,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The lamp flickers low within the room and count the treasures that we held in vain,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland and hallows every memory of our loss.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust and left our harbor empty in the rain,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland where every tear is wiped away for aye.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The ship sailed outward never to return to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The heavy burden that the silent bear and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl lies broken on the cold and silent stone,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The ship sailed outward never to return and felt the darkness enter in our souls,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

The tears that fall in secret through the night to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

Across the barren fields of memory yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak remind the soul of joys that could not stay,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and heals the broken heart forevermore.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell to bless the lives of others in their need.