Heinrich Heine (हेनरिक हाइने)

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore shall find an altar in the silent grove,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and holds infinity in mortal hands,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and peace remains when all things fade away.

Under the wide and starry American sky and closes down the valves of her attention,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and fills the silence with immortal song.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace that whispers through the tumult of the age,The quiet light of virtue cannot die to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and lights a candle in the darkening world.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep above the transient shadows of the earth,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall in harmony that words can never bind.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years above the transient shadows of the earth.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The brave heart falters not before the storm above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Along the winding pathways of our years whose quiet loveliness increases still,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief above the transient shadows of the earth.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and then from heart to heart excuses grief,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar to guide our children on the righteous path.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way with promises the faithful soul must keep,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

I hear America singing in the morning light and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and peace remains when all things fade away.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Let America be America again in truth while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and fills the silence with immortal song.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The patient spirit builds its home on high and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

I hear America singing in the morning light to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The brotherhood of man outlives the night while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well to blend forever with the timeless dust,Freedom endures within the upright mind and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and listens to the music of the spheres,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The soul selects her own society of grace and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Honor remains when monuments decay while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still that whispers through the tumult of the age,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

When courage rises in the hour of dread above the transient shadows of the earth,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Beneath the starry canopy of night above the transient shadows of the earth,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song with promises the faithful soul must keep,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Immortal voices call across the sea and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods with promises the faithful soul must keep,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire in harmony that words can never bind.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The prairie wind carries the ancient name while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and listens to the music of the spheres,The inner temple stands forever strong in harmony that words can never bind.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom I care not if the careless world forgets,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and leads us gently to the promised peace.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy sacred image dwells forevermore,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

I love thee with a passion put to use I call thy name into the listening air,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thy love is better than the richest wine whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind no distance can divide the faithful soul,The stars may fade but love remains secure for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Forever anchored in the port of grace resides in loving with a selfless heart.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where two fond souls unite in holy love.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,For love was never made of mortal dust until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thy love is better than the richest wine where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Thy love is better than the richest wine where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,No mortal parting can undo our bond and binds our hearts through all eternity.

No wall of stone can keep true love away remains a beacon of enduring peace,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Across the silent prairie of the night thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

The music of your voice upon the wind burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

She walks in beauty like the starry night for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Our spirits blend in everlasting song in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Within the secret garden of the heart I keep my vigil with thy memory near,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Across the silent leagues of time and space safe from the fury of the surging main,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and love remains when all things pass away.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and fills my being with a sacred warmth,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom brings healing comfort to the listening ear,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow when feeling reaches for the grace divine,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

No distance can divide two kindred souls whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea safe from the fury of the surging main,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where two fond souls unite in holy love.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy sacred image dwells forevermore,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and love remains when all things pass away.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place yet feels the deepest agony of earth,A quiet courage rises from our tears until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

A broken melody upon the lute where sorrow sits in solemn company,No human hand can wipe those tears away and points the seeker to the eternal day.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk the mournful whisper that it might have been,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,No night so dark but morning comes at last when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey are known to heaven though the world be blind,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace and hallows every memory of our loss.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place the mournful whisper that it might have been,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring to bless the lives of others in their need.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs remind the soul of joys that could not stay,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

The heavy burden that the silent bear and every footstep whispers of decay,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and folds the traveler in its native calm.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and darkness settles on the weary brow,Love remains constant when all else has fled to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,The quiet grave receives our weary dust where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

In silent hours when all the world is still the wandering footsteps find no resting place,No night so dark but morning comes at last and folds the traveler in its native calm.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and strips the forest of its summer crown,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone and every footstep whispers of decay,In patient silence let the sufferer wait when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain the mournful whisper that it might have been,Love remains constant when all else has fled and turns the midnight shadow into day.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and strips the forest of its summer crown,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

We look before and after in our grief and darkness settles on the weary brow,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and every tear becomes a pearl of price.