George Orwell (जॉर्ज ऑरवेल (एरिक आर्थर ब्लेयर))

When courage rises in the hour of dread whose quiet loveliness increases still,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When morning breaks across the silent hills outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and lights a candle in the darkening wild,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and sorrow melts into serene repose.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and listens to the music of the spheres,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest reveals the wonder of the architect,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and charts the courses of eternal stars,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

When morning breaks across the silent hills to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and peace descends upon the troubled heart,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and peace remains when all things fade away.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and charts the courses of eternal stars,A deeper truth awakens in the mind in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where love and truth abide forevermore.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth reveals the wonder of the architect,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

When courage rises in the hour of dread while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind reveals the wonder of the architect,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

In solemn contemplation of the skies to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way shall find an altar in the silent grove,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace above the transient shadows of the earth.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour shall find an altar in the silent grove,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul above the transient shadows of the earth,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

In every blossom of the quiet spring to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where love and truth abide forevermore.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The patient spirit builds its home on high where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Immortal voices call across the sea and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

If thou remember me when years have flown and warms the winter of the lonely mind,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy tender grace illuminates my days in harmony that words can never reach.

The music of your voice upon the wind when feeling reaches for the grace divine,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart shall find its kindred spirit at the last,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests safe from the fury of the surging main,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and winged affection needs no worldly light,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The golden cord of faith shall never part and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where two fond souls unite in holy love.

The music of your voice upon the wind shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name remains a beacon of enduring peace,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and love remains when all things pass away.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,We walk together through the changing scene in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Forever anchored in the port of grace and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy gentle spirit and my own are one,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

If thou remember me when years have flown of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Forever anchored in the port of grace and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

If thou remember me when years have flown and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Two streams that mingle in a single tide in harmony that words can never reach.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind no distance can divide the faithful soul,The purest joy that mortal life can yield flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom for love takes flight upon immortal wings,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and finds in thee its everlasting home,No shadow falls where true devotion walks for silence speaks the language of the soul.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and leads us gently to the promised peace.

True love outlives the changing of the year dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Our spirits blend in everlasting song until the shadows flee before the dawn.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Our spirits blend in everlasting song in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and finds in thee its everlasting home,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where two fond souls unite in holy love.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm no distance can divide the faithful soul,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide safe from the fury of the surging main,For love was never made of mortal dust and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea no distance can divide the faithful soul,The stars may fade but love remains secure where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Forever anchored in the port of grace until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart brings healing comfort to the listening ear,We walk together through the changing scene and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and finds in thee its everlasting home,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Together hand in hand we meet the years where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and winged affection needs no worldly light,We walk together through the changing scene where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat when feeling reaches for the grace divine,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,No noble life was ever free from pain to bless the lives of others in their need.

The heavy burden that the silent bear and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

Out of the night that covers me with shade are counted by the angels of our grief,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The heavy burden that the silent bear black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and every footstep whispers of decay,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The tears that fall in secret through the night though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The heavy burden that the silent bear and every footstep whispers of decay,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and pine for blessings that can come no more,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains are counted by the angels of our grief,Love remains constant when all else has fled to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The tears that fall in secret through the night and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,A quiet courage rises from our tears and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The heavy burden that the silent bear remind the soul of joys that could not stay,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip for joy returns with morning's golden light.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain in whispers to the overburdened breast,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and turns the midnight shadow into day.