Giacomo Leopardi (ज्याकोमो लेओपार्दी)

When courage rises in the hour of dread and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

I hear America singing in the morning light and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight shall find an altar in the silent grove,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The golden harvest waits for those who toil beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and charts the courses of eternal stars,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

In solemn contemplation of the skies while weary travelers find their native rest,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and closes down the valves of her attention,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where love and truth abide forevermore.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The golden harvest waits for honest hands where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and charts the courses of eternal stars,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Along the winding pathways of our years and listens to the music of the spheres,A deeper truth awakens in the mind to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The soul selects her own society of grace and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and listens to the music of the spheres,The timeless melody shall never cease to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and charts the courses of eternal stars,The patient spirit builds its home on high and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and walked with silence through the sacred grove,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil where all mankind shall find their common home.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still that whispers through the tumult of the age,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well to blend forever with the timeless dust,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight with promises the faithful soul must keep,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Immortal voices call across the sea and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth with promises the faithful soul must keep,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast shall find an altar in the silent grove,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Immortal voices call across the sea and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Freedom endures within the upright mind and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace above the transient shadows of the earth,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and holds infinity in mortal hands,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still with music drawn from ancient waves of time,A song of courage echoes down the years to guide our children on the righteous path.

In every blossom of the quiet spring outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and then from heart to heart excuses grief,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand while weary travelers find their native rest,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and sorrow melts into serene repose.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth to guide the seeker through the wilderness,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown above the transient shadows of the earth.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow until the shadows flee before the dawn.

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 and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

A single look from thee outshines the sun where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth I care not if the careless world forgets,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,We walk together through the changing scene with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Within the secret garden of the heart burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

True love outlives the changing of the year and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth for silence speaks the language of the soul.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

No wall of stone can keep true love away can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy tender grace illuminates my days in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Forever in thy presence I abide and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth for silence speaks the language of the soul.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy sacred image dwells forevermore,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thy love is better than the richest wine when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and binds our hearts through all eternity.

No wall of stone can keep true love away remains a beacon of enduring peace,For love was never made of mortal dust where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Together hand in hand we meet the years and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

The music of your voice upon the wind and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,For love was never made of mortal dust and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

True love outlives the changing of the year and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Forever anchored in the port of grace and lives immortal in the realm of light.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,No mortal parting can undo our bond and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,We walk together through the changing scene and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm for love takes flight upon immortal wings,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Forever in thy presence I abide and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and leads us gently to the promised peace.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where weary wanderers find their native rest.

No distance can divide two kindred souls where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart when feeling reaches for the grace divine,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

She walks in beauty like the starry night I care not if the careless world forgets,Together hand in hand we meet the years where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where weary wanderers find their native rest.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,In sweet communion soul with soul converses resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind until thy song awoke its dormant wings,No mortal parting can undo our bond and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun for love takes flight upon immortal wings,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl and darkness settles on the weary brow,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,A quiet courage rises from our tears to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The lamp flickers low within the room and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,Time softens anguish into sacred calm where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame lies broken on the cold and silent stone,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and shines radiant through the passing storm.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled yet feels the deepest agony of earth,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye to face the trials of the coming year.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain are known to heaven though the world be blind,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland and hallows every memory of our loss.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk in whispers to the overburdened breast,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The heavy burden that the silent bear the mournful whisper that it might have been,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor and ask for shelter they can never find,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and hallows every memory of our loss.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and pine for blessings that can come no more,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame remind the soul of joys that could not stay,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland where neither grief nor parting enters in.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,A quiet courage rises from our tears and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove can never wake the joy that once was ours,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain where every tear is wiped away for aye.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light though all the meadowlands be green with spring,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and folds the traveler in its native calm.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and darkness settles on the weary brow,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and ask for shelter they can never find,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk remind the soul of joys that could not stay,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.