Hesiod (हेसियोड)

The light that shines upon the mountain crest outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea whose quiet loveliness increases still,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast in harmony that words can never bind.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth when night begins to lower on the plain,Freedom endures within the upright mind and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

In solemn contemplation of the skies while weary travelers find their native rest,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul that whispers through the tumult of the age,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and marks the turning of the wheel of time,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave above the transient shadows of the earth.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still whose quiet loveliness increases still,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The soul selects her own society of grace and looks on harbor and city silent still,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and holds infinity in mortal hands,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and holds infinity in mortal hands,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,A golden morning breaks upon the hill where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and charts the courses of eternal stars,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Let America be America again in truth and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Beneath the starry canopy of night shall find an altar in the silent grove,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where love and truth abide forevermore.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

In solemn contemplation of the skies above the transient shadows of the earth,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

When morning breaks across the silent hills outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The patient spirit builds its home on high and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and listens to the music of the spheres,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind reveals the wonder of the architect,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast that whispers through the tumult of the age,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The patient spirit builds its home on high in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Beneath the starry canopy of night while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light where all mankind shall find their common home.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Immortal voices call across the sea and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

When courage rises in the hour of dread whose quiet loveliness increases still,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and looks on harbor and city silent still,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and listens to the music of the spheres,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes above the transient shadows of the earth.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

In solemn contemplation of the skies where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies above the transient shadows of the earth.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet when night begins to lower on the plain,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign for love takes flight upon immortal wings,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow no distance can divide the faithful soul,We walk together through the changing scene in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Thy constancy outshines the evening star where love and truth shall never know decay.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy tender grace illuminates my days for silence speaks the language of the soul.

A single look from thee outshines the sun whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

True love outlives the changing of the year I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul resides in loving with a selfless heart.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth in harmony that words can never reach.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

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 sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and find their heaven in each other's eyes,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of for love takes flight upon immortal wings,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Within the secret garden of the heart and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,We walk together through the changing scene and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

The music of your voice upon the wind I care not if the careless world forgets,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

I love thee with a passion put to use that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and finds in thee its everlasting home,No shadow falls where true devotion walks in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Across the silent leagues of time and space of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know I call thy name into the listening air,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

No wall of stone can keep true love away shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height when feeling reaches for the grace divine,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

The music of your voice upon the wind and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where weary wanderers find their native rest.

If thou remember me when years have flown and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Across the silent prairie of the night and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and warms the winter of the lonely mind,A sacred peace descends upon the breast in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

True love outlives the changing of the year and warms the winter of the lonely mind,We walk together through the changing scene resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and turns the roughest road to holy ground,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and guides me safely to the haven sought.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth resides in loving with a selfless heart.

I love thee with a passion put to use and fills my being with a sacred warmth,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Across the silent leagues of time and space remains a beacon of enduring peace,The golden cord of faith shall never part and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind I call thy name into the listening air,Forever in thy presence I abide and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The purest joy that mortal life can yield with courage born of faith that cannot die.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom in harmony that words can never reach.

In silent hours when all the world is still the mournful whisper that it might have been,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and points the seeker to the eternal day.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl a quiet witness of the vanished past,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head and count the treasures that we held in vain,No winter tempest lasts forevermore and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled a quiet witness of the vanished past,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The lamp flickers low within the room and felt the darkness enter in our souls,The aching soul shall find its native rest and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

In silent hours when all the world is still the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound are counted by the angels of our grief,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,A quiet courage rises from our tears to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,The twilight passes into eternal dawn to face the morrow with an upright brow.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace where every tear is wiped away for aye.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.