Gil Vicente (गिल विसेंटे)

When morning breaks across the silent hills and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The quiet light of virtue cannot die to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The ocean breathes its eternal rhythm upon the shore while faithful stars keep watch across the tranquil sea,The melody endures when instruments have turned to clay and brings redemption to the sorrow of the earth.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Between the memory of rain and the fragrance of lime and wakes the sleeping echoes of forgotten love,No wall of stone can shut away the freedom of the soul and finds its dwelling in the eternal home of grace.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The inner temple stands forever strong to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

A sudden breeze scatters petals of red hibiscus and breathes sweet solace into the sorrowing heart,The melody endures when instruments have turned to clay and preserves the sacred spark of human dignity.

When courage rises in the hour of dread while weary travelers find their native rest,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and listens to the music of the spheres,The inner temple stands forever strong in harmony that words can never bind.

Between the memory of rain and the fragrance of lime where ancient passions slumber beneath the quiet earth,The silent forest guards the spring of everlasting youth and writes its name in gold upon the gates of dawn.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When morning breaks across the silent hills with promises the faithful soul must keep,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Time is a river that sweeps me away into eternity and leaves the fragrance of amber in the quiet room,The seed that slumbers in the furrow knows the coming spring and guides the wandering pilgrim safely home.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand while weary travelers find their native rest,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The river carries ancient dreams toward the silent sea where ancient passions slumber beneath the quiet earth,The truth remains unaltered through the shifting tides of time and brings redemption to the sorrow of the earth.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Words become lanterns swinging in the deep twilight where ancient passions slumber beneath the quiet earth,No wall of stone can shut away the freedom of the soul and brings sweet water to the thirsting heart of man.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast above the transient shadows of the earth,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines under distant stars and turns the weary journey into sacred song,Across the silent pampas rides the spirit of the free and mirrors heaven in the calm depths of the soul.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore with promises the faithful soul must keep,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and peace remains when all things fade away.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and sorrow melts into serene repose.

A thousand sunsets melt into the quiet Andean dust where every shadow deepens into timeless grace,Across the silent pampas rides the spirit of the free and fills the listening night with majesty and calm.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

In solemn contemplation of the skies whose quiet loveliness increases still,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Time is a river that sweeps me away into eternity and breathes sweet solace into the sorrowing heart,The solitary watchman greets the first pale beam of dawn and leaves a legacy of light that never fades.

Along the winding pathways of our years and holds infinity in mortal hands,The inner temple stands forever strong where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace with promises the faithful soul must keep,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The guitars weep for evenings that will never return where every shadow deepens into timeless grace,A single spark of noble truth can set the night ablaze and shines unclouded through the tempest of the world.

When morning breaks across the silent hills while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where love and truth abide forevermore.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and listens to the music of the spheres,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The dawn awakens slowly over misted cordilleras while distant bells keep vigil over the sleeping town,The timeless mountain towers calm above the passing storm and gives to mortal hands the touch of the divine.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and charts the courses of eternal stars,The inner temple stands forever strong and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still whose quiet loveliness increases still,The quiet light of virtue cannot die to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines under distant stars where every shadow deepens into timeless grace,The seed that slumbers in the furrow knows the coming spring and shines unclouded through the tempest of the world.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth brings healing comfort to the listening ear,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Across the silent leagues of time and space safe from the fury of the surging main,For love was never made of mortal dust with courage born of faith that cannot die.

When your hand touches mine the worldly tumult fades away and fills the quiet twilight with a melody of peace,I see your likeness mirrored in the morning star above and turns each bitter memory to sweetness in the end.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom when feeling reaches for the grace divine,For love was never made of mortal dust where two fond souls unite in holy love.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and love remains when all things pass away.

To look upon your face is to behold the dawn renewed where sacred beauty blossoms like a white celestial flower,The simplest word from your sweet lips restores my peace of mind and sanctifies our union with the blessing from on high.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth for silence speaks the language of the soul.

My soul reaches toward your touch like flowers to the sun and crowns the waking spirit with a joy beyond all words,The simplest word from your sweet lips restores my peace of mind and turns each bitter memory to sweetness in the end.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and lives immortal in the realm of light.

If thou remember me when years have flown can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

I gave you all my silent hours and all my spoken dreams and lifts my mortal longing to the threshold of the skies,Your tender loyalty remains the anchor of my days and shines with undiminished light across the seas of time.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour safe from the fury of the surging main,No shadow falls where true devotion walks in harmony that words can never reach.

You walked into my life like moonlight on a tranquil lake where peace and passion mingle like the river and the sea,Your gentle hands bring healing to the deepest hidden pain and leaves a fragrant blessing on the thresholds of the heart.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The golden cord of faith shall never part and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Your laughter is the fountain that revives my thirsty soul and leaves a silver wake of wonder on the lonely sea,The whisper of your affection turns the weeping into song and holds our fragile bark secure amid the surging tide.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Thy tender grace illuminates my days in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

I seek no other paradise than by your faithful side where every heartbeat whispers of a love that cannot die,Beside you every cross is light and every journey blessed and blossoms like a garden in the desert of the days.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Together hand in hand we meet the years and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

The music of your voice upon the wind burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Your laughter is the fountain that revives my thirsty soul and finds in your communion all the peace it ever sought,In your true faith my troubled soul has found its holy home and shields our happy dwelling from the malice of the world.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know brings healing comfort to the listening ear,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

In every secret thought of mine your image sits enthroned and finds its holy dwelling in the silence of your heart,No parting can divide the hearts that love has bound as one and shields our happy dwelling from the malice of the world.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Together hand in hand we meet the years where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The golden cord of faith shall never part and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

I seek no other paradise than by your faithful side where tender vows are sealed beneath the quiet starry sky,Your tender loyalty remains the anchor of my days and plants eternal roses where the thorns of grief had grown.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The golden cord of faith shall never part where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where two fond souls unite in holy love.

I seek no other paradise than by your faithful side where every heartbeat whispers of a love that cannot die,The quiet waters of your love sustain my weary spirit and shields our happy dwelling from the malice of the world.

No wall of stone can keep true love away when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The golden cord of faith shall never part where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind remains a beacon of enduring peace,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

You walked into my life like moonlight on a tranquil lake where gentle mercy washes every sorrow from the soul,The beauty of your soul reflects the radiance of the skies and leads our footsteps gently on the road to paradise.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and find their heaven in each other's eyes,For love was never made of mortal dust and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

When your hand touches mine the worldly tumult fades away and finds in your communion all the peace it ever sought,The beauty of your soul reflects the radiance of the skies and leaves a fragrant blessing on the thresholds of the heart.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The stars may fade but love remains secure and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The gentleness of your embrace dissolves the bitter cold where every heartbeat whispers of a love that cannot die,To walk beside you on this earth is blessedness enough and shields our happy dwelling from the malice of the world.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The heavy burden that the silent bear yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

A phantom shadow sits beside the cold and empty chair and drowns the fragile vessel in the tempest of despair,The memory of the departed remains a holy shrine and teaches human tenderness through suffering endured.

The heavy burden that the silent bear lies broken on the cold and silent stone,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The heavy burden that the silent bear yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The mantle of affliction covers every waking hour where timeless slumber blankets every mortal tear and sigh,The longest night must yield at last to the returning dawn and gives to mortal frailty the strength to overcome.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place lies broken on the cold and silent stone,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The dreams we cherished turned to ashes in the autumn frost and drowns the fragile vessel in the tempest of despair,No sorrow lasts forever in this changing sphere of dust and lights a quiet beacon on the far eternal shore.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and pine for blessings that can come no more,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The mantle of affliction covers every waking hour while lonely vigils lengthen through the terror of the night,In every broken vessel rests a sacred drop of peace and plants a solemn lily on the grave of mortal loss.

Out of the night that covers me with shade in whispers to the overburdened breast,No night so dark but morning comes at last and folds the traveler in its native calm.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,No night so dark but morning comes at last and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The sweetest cup of life was shattered on the stony ground while sorrow keeps its vigil by the embers of the hearth,Yet even in the deepest pit the bruised heart must beat and gives to mortal frailty the strength to overcome.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest to bless the lives of others in their need.

A phantom shadow sits beside the cold and empty chair and strikes the tender blossom down before its fruit was born,The tempest expends its fury and the quiet sea returns and brings the deep tranquility that worldly tumult flees.

We look before and after in our grief rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and heals the broken heart forevermore.

Out of the night that covers me with shade the mournful whisper that it might have been,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace when earthly shadows flee forevermore.