Heinrich Mann (हेनरिक मान)

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The inner temple stands forever strong to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and guides the nation toward the rising sun,In every breast a spark of heaven glows to guide our children on the righteous path.

When morning breaks across the silent hills where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The inner temple stands forever strong and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil to guide our children on the righteous path.

When morning breaks across the silent hills while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

In every blossom of the quiet spring that whispers through the tumult of the age,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Beneath the starry canopy of night outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and peace remains when all things fade away.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore shall find an altar in the silent grove,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The soul selects her own society of grace life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and listens to the music of the spheres,The timeless melody shall never cease and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul with promises the faithful soul must keep,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Let America be America again in truth where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The golden harvest waits for honest hands where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and holds infinity in mortal hands,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth above the transient shadows of the earth,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Freedom endures within the upright mind and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

In every blossom of the quiet spring outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace with promises the faithful soul must keep,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The patient spirit builds its home on high above the transient shadows of the earth.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and holds infinity in mortal hands,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore whose quiet loveliness increases still,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

When morning breaks across the silent hills shall find an altar in the silent grove,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way whose quiet loveliness increases still,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Along the winding pathways of our years and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and winged affection needs no worldly light,For love was never made of mortal dust where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and winged affection needs no worldly light,The stars may fade but love remains secure and leads us gently to the promised peace.

No distance can divide two kindred souls burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and love remains when all things pass away.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,No mortal parting can undo our bond and guides me safely to the haven sought.

The music of your voice upon the wind and winged affection needs no worldly light,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The music of your voice upon the wind and warms the winter of the lonely mind,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and turns the darkest winter into spring,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and love remains when all things pass away.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Together hand in hand we meet the years where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Forever in thy presence I abide and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and finds in thee its everlasting home,Together hand in hand we meet the years and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and turns the darkest winter into spring,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and winged affection needs no worldly light,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind I keep my vigil with thy memory near,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace stands written on the tablets of the heart.

No wall of stone can keep true love away burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and finds in thee its everlasting home,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and leads us gently to the promised peace.

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 where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Forever in thy presence I abide stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests I care not if the careless world forgets,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Together hand in hand we meet the years where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief I call thy name into the listening air,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name remains a beacon of enduring peace,The stars may fade but love remains secure where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and winged affection needs no worldly light,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and love remains when all things pass away.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains are counted by the angels of our grief,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The lamp flickers low within the room as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies to face the trials of the coming year.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and sings of absence to the empty sky,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam in whispers to the overburdened breast,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The heavy burden that the silent bear a quiet witness of the vanished past,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,The twilight passes into eternal dawn until he reaches freedom's open shore.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist though all the meadowlands be green with spring,A quiet courage rises from our tears and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

In silent hours when all the world is still remind the soul of joys that could not stay,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The voice we loved is silent evermore as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip for joy returns with morning's golden light.

In silent hours when all the world is still and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and turns the midnight shadow into day.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone and every footstep whispers of decay,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey where sorrow sits in solemn company,No human hand can wipe those tears away above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

In silent hours when all the world is still and darkness settles on the weary brow,A quiet courage rises from our tears when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

Across the barren fields of memory remind the soul of joys that could not stay,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.