Hartmann von Aue (हार्टमैन वॉन औए)

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where love and truth abide forevermore.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep whose quiet loveliness increases still,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore that whispers through the tumult of the age,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour shall find an altar in the silent grove,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Immortal voices call across the sea while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Immortal voices call across the sea to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind above the transient shadows of the earth,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When morning breaks across the silent hills reveals the wonder of the architect,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where love and truth abide forevermore.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell reveals the wonder of the architect,The golden harvest waits for those who toil while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest shall find an altar in the silent grove,The inner temple stands forever strong and peace remains when all things fade away.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and lights a candle in the darkening wild,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave in harmony that words can never bind.

When morning breaks across the silent hills while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and holds infinity in mortal hands,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore that whispers through the tumult of the age,The timeless melody shall never cease and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and holds infinity in mortal hands,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,A deeper truth awakens in the mind to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The inner temple stands forever strong where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight to guide the seeker through the wilderness,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where love and truth abide forevermore.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where love and truth abide forevermore.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul above the transient shadows of the earth,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and holds infinity in mortal hands,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where love and truth abide forevermore.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Along the winding pathways of our years while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The quiet light of virtue cannot die to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

In solemn contemplation of the skies that whispers through the tumult of the age,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Together hand in hand we meet the years and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

True love outlives the changing of the year remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and love remains when all things pass away.

The music of your voice upon the wind and winged affection needs no worldly light,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind remains a beacon of enduring peace,The stars may fade but love remains secure and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom I care not if the careless world forgets,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth I care not if the careless world forgets,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and winged affection needs no worldly light,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy tender grace illuminates my days until the shadows flee before the dawn.

True love outlives the changing of the year of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and lives immortal in the realm of light.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Forever anchored in the port of grace and love remains when all things pass away.

She walks in beauty like the starry night when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The stars may fade but love remains secure in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

True love outlives the changing of the year of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

She walks in beauty like the starry night dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart I care not if the careless world forgets,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Forever anchored in the port of grace and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,For love was never made of mortal dust where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart I care not if the careless world forgets,Together hand in hand we meet the years and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

If thou remember me when years have flown my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The stars may fade but love remains secure where weary wanderers find their native rest.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and lives immortal in the realm of light.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and love remains when all things pass away.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife with courage born of faith that cannot die.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

No wall of stone can keep true love away my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm I care not if the careless world forgets,Forever anchored in the port of grace and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

No wall of stone can keep true love away my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and love remains when all things pass away.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The golden cord of faith shall never part with courage born of faith that cannot die.

No wall of stone can keep true love away my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Out of the night that covers me with shade our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Love remains constant when all else has fled when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The tears that fall in secret through the night our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,A quiet courage rises from our tears and folds the traveler in its native calm.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist a quiet witness of the vanished past,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

Out of the night that covers me with shade and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and every footstep whispers of decay,Love remains constant when all else has fled and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

In silent hours when all the world is still our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and pine for blessings that can come no more,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

Across the barren fields of memory yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Love remains constant when all else has fled and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and pine for blessings that can come no more,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and turns the midnight shadow into day.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk in whispers to the overburdened breast,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain and pine for blessings that can come no more,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and turns the midnight shadow into day.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame remind the soul of joys that could not stay,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep beside the waters of unchanging peace.