Friedrich Hölderlin (फ्रेडरिक होल्डरलीन)

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace shall find an altar in the silent grove,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast in harmony that words can never bind.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all when night begins to lower on the plain,Freedom endures within the upright mind and lights a candle in the darkening world.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and charts the courses of eternal stars,Immortal voices call across the sea where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd beneath the banner of unyielding hope,A song of courage echoes down the years and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and charts the courses of eternal stars,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and looks on harbor and city silent still,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The inner temple stands forever strong to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest whose quiet loveliness increases still,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The golden harvest waits for honest hands to guide our children on the righteous path.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and listens to the music of the spheres,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Along the winding pathways of our years and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where love and truth abide forevermore.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,A deeper truth awakens in the mind in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

In every blossom of the quiet spring where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and peace remains when all things fade away.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where love and truth abide forevermore.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The brotherhood of man outlives the night while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and listens to the music of the spheres,The timeless melody shall never cease to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and fills the silence with immortal song.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The timeless melody shall never cease and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

When morning breaks across the silent hills where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

In every blossom of the quiet spring while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Beneath the starry canopy of night outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The timeless melody shall never cease while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The soul selects her own society of grace and looks on harbor and city silent still,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and charts the courses of eternal stars,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods above the transient shadows of the earth,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

When courage rises in the hour of dread while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil where all mankind shall find their common home.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight reveals the wonder of the architect,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown above the transient shadows of the earth.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Immortal voices call across the sea and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign safe from the fury of the surging main,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Together hand in hand we meet the years in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and guides me safely to the haven sought.

True love outlives the changing of the year can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Forever anchored in the port of grace where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

If thou remember me when years have flown my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Across the silent prairie of the night and turns the roughest road to holy ground,No mortal parting can undo our bond and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and finds in thee its everlasting home,Forever anchored in the port of grace where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign when feeling reaches for the grace divine,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth when feeling reaches for the grace divine,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and finds in thee its everlasting home,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough until thy song awoke its dormant wings,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Forever anchored in the port of grace and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Forever anchored in the port of grace where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Together hand in hand we meet the years until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The music of your voice upon the wind burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Across the silent prairie of the night and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn remains a beacon of enduring peace,We walk together through the changing scene where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where two fond souls unite in holy love.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and holds us fast against the changing tide.

If thou remember me when years have flown and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,For love was never made of mortal dust and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

No wall of stone can keep true love away burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,A sacred peace descends upon the breast for silence speaks the language of the soul.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height remains a beacon of enduring peace,A sacred peace descends upon the breast in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

If thou remember me when years have flown and winged affection needs no worldly light,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The golden cord of faith shall never part and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace where love and truth shall never know decay.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and winged affection needs no worldly light,For love was never made of mortal dust resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and fills my being with a sacred warmth,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

The music of your voice upon the wind burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Our spirits blend in everlasting song until the shadows flee before the dawn.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs the wandering footsteps find no resting place,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

Old memories knock upon the silent door are known to heaven though the world be blind,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

Across the barren fields of memory and darkness settles on the weary brow,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The heavy burden that the silent bear black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The ship sailed outward never to return and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last and hallows every memory of our loss.

In silent hours when all the world is still when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards to bless the lives of others in their need.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and count the treasures that we held in vain,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair in whispers to the overburdened breast,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Love remains constant when all else has fled and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland to face the morrow with an upright brow.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place though all the meadowlands be green with spring,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough can never wake the joy that once was ours,The aching soul shall find its native rest and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men a quiet witness of the vanished past,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,A quiet courage rises from our tears and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace and find in solitude its quiet strength.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and pine for blessings that can come no more,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and rises stronger from the bed of pain.