Georg Trakl (गेऑर्ग त्राक्ल)

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore reveals the wonder of the architect,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Along the winding pathways of our years where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When courage rises in the hour of dread that whispers through the tumult of the age,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth shall find an altar in the silent grove,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Under the wide and starry American sky where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king to guide our children on the righteous path.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where love and truth abide forevermore.

When courage rises in the hour of dread while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and charts the courses of eternal stars,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and sorrow melts into serene repose.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand reveals the wonder of the architect,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where love and truth abide forevermore.

In every blossom of the quiet spring to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Honor remains when monuments decay and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The timeless melody shall never cease to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind when night begins to lower on the plain,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand with promises the faithful soul must keep,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul whose quiet loveliness increases still,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where love and truth abide forevermore.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

When morning breaks across the silent hills shall find an altar in the silent grove,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace reveals the wonder of the architect,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell above the transient shadows of the earth,The timeless melody shall never cease in harmony that words can never bind.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast with promises the faithful soul must keep,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and fills the silence with immortal song.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and holds infinity in mortal hands,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

In solemn contemplation of the skies while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The soul selects her own society of grace when night begins to lower on the plain,A song of courage echoes down the years where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and peace descends upon the troubled heart,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Along the winding pathways of our years and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

When courage rises in the hour of dread outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The prairie wind carries the ancient name where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and charts the courses of eternal stars,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love builds its altar in the realm of light with courage born of faith that cannot die.

If thou remember me when years have flown brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where weary wanderers find their native rest.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and turns the roughest road to holy ground,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

If thou remember me when years have flown and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and love remains when all things pass away.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and winged affection needs no worldly light,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lives immortal in the realm of light.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat remains a beacon of enduring peace,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and winged affection needs no worldly light,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and finds in thee its everlasting home,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife in harmony that words can never reach.

She walks in beauty like the starry night burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,A sacred peace descends upon the breast for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Forever in thy presence I abide and holds us fast against the changing tide.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The golden cord of faith shall never part in harmony that words can never reach.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Forever anchored in the port of grace for silence speaks the language of the soul.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The golden cord of faith shall never part and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Across the silent prairie of the night and fills my being with a sacred warmth,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

The music of your voice upon the wind my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy sacred image dwells forevermore,In sweet communion soul with soul converses for silence speaks the language of the soul.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

No wall of stone can keep true love away I care not if the careless world forgets,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy sacred image dwells forevermore,We walk together through the changing scene in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm I care not if the careless world forgets,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where two fond souls unite in holy love.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The ship sailed outward never to return to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom until he reaches freedom's open shore.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and turns the midnight shadow into day.

Out of the night that covers me with shade weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

A broken melody upon the lute and count the treasures that we held in vain,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and points the seeker to the eternal day.

Across the barren fields of memory when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and every footstep whispers of decay,The soul ascends above its mortal chains beside the waters of unchanging peace.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor and ask for shelter they can never find,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland where neither grief nor parting enters in.

Out of the night that covers me with shade yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,No night so dark but morning comes at last and life awakens from the frozen ground.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Love remains constant when all else has fled and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The tears that fall in secret through the night our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,No winter tempest lasts forevermore to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain and every footstep whispers of decay,Love remains constant when all else has fled and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

We look before and after in our grief are counted by the angels of our grief,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief beside the waters of unchanging peace.