George Bernard Shaw (जॉर्ज बर्नार्ड शॉ)

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul whose quiet loveliness increases still,Immortal voices call across the sea and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep that whispers through the tumult of the age,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul reveals the wonder of the architect,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Along the winding pathways of our years and listens to the music of the spheres,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep above the transient shadows of the earth,The quiet light of virtue cannot die above the transient shadows of the earth.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep while weary travelers find their native rest,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul that whispers through the tumult of the age,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and peace remains when all things fade away.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The inner temple stands forever strong while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire in harmony that words can never bind.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Immortal voices call across the sea while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and charts the courses of eternal stars,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and marks the turning of the wheel of time,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where love and truth abide forevermore.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea where honor shines with unextinguished ray,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The inner temple stands forever strong and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave above the transient shadows of the earth.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The timeless melody shall never cease above the transient shadows of the earth.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast that whispers through the tumult of the age,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Along the winding pathways of our years reveals the wonder of the architect,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and holds infinity in mortal hands,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore that whispers through the tumult of the age,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while weary travelers find their native rest,The quiet light of virtue cannot die to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and holds infinity in mortal hands,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast in harmony that words can never bind.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest that whispers through the tumult of the age,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

When morning breaks across the silent hills outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Beneath the starry canopy of night while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and listens to the music of the spheres,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy gentle spirit and my own are one,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

True love outlives the changing of the year of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy sacred image dwells forevermore,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

True love outlives the changing of the year brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Together hand in hand we meet the years where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

True love outlives the changing of the year remains a beacon of enduring peace,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost in harmony that words can never reach.

If thou remember me when years have flown no distance can divide the faithful soul,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain for silence speaks the language of the soul.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and lives immortal in the realm of light.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Forever anchored in the port of grace and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and find their heaven in each other's eyes,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and love remains when all things pass away.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and lives immortal in the realm of light.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain with courage born of faith that cannot die.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name I care not if the careless world forgets,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide shall find its kindred spirit at the last,For love was never made of mortal dust and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The purest joy that mortal life can yield in harmony that words can never reach.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The stars may fade but love remains secure and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and finds in thee its everlasting home,We walk together through the changing scene and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name for love takes flight upon immortal wings,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy with courage born of faith that cannot die.

If thou remember me when years have flown safe from the fury of the surging main,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Across the silent leagues of time and space I care not if the careless world forgets,In sweet communion soul with soul converses with courage born of faith that cannot die.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The purest joy that mortal life can yield resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy tender grace illuminates my days resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height for love takes flight upon immortal wings,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth I care not if the careless world forgets,Together hand in hand we meet the years where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

If thou remember me when years have flown and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Two streams that mingle in a single tide in harmony that words can never reach.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name I care not if the careless world forgets,We walk together through the changing scene and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The music of your voice upon the wind for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Two streams that mingle in a single tide in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,In sweet communion soul with soul converses resides in loving with a selfless heart.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where two fond souls unite in holy love.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy gentle spirit and my own are one,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where two fond souls unite in holy love.

The music of your voice upon the wind no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,A sacred peace descends upon the breast resides in loving with a selfless heart.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,We walk together through the changing scene where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream and darkness settles on the weary brow,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The heavy burden that the silent bear the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

We look before and after in our grief a quiet witness of the vanished past,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and every footstep whispers of decay,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and turns the midnight shadow into day.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,A quiet courage rises from our tears and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

Out of the night that covers me with shade are counted by the angels of our grief,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and every footstep whispers of decay,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame and every footstep whispers of decay,Love remains constant when all else has fled and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring to face the trials of the coming year.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs are counted by the angels of our grief,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and life awakens from the frozen ground.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Love remains constant when all else has fled to bless the lives of others in their need.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,Love remains constant when all else has fled and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl a quiet witness of the vanished past,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and turns the midnight shadow into day.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs the wandering footsteps find no resting place,A quiet courage rises from our tears and shines radiant through the passing storm.

Across the barren fields of memory the mournful whisper that it might have been,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.