Hugo von Hofmannsthal (ह्यूगो फॉन हॉफमन्सथाल)

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and listens to the music of the spheres,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

When morning breaks across the silent hills where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and charts the courses of eternal stars,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall above the transient shadows of the earth.

Beneath the starry canopy of night while weary travelers find their native rest,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind reveals the wonder of the architect,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave above the transient shadows of the earth.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet when night begins to lower on the plain,Honor remains when monuments decay to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

In solemn contemplation of the skies while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

When courage rises in the hour of dread that whispers through the tumult of the age,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The prairie wind carries the ancient name where all mankind shall find their common home.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep reveals the wonder of the architect,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and listens to the music of the spheres,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore reveals the wonder of the architect,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The inner temple stands forever strong in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight above the transient shadows of the earth,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all to blend forever with the timeless dust,The golden harvest waits for honest hands where all mankind shall find their common home.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Immortal voices call across the sea where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Beneath the starry canopy of night to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Immortal voices call across the sea in harmony that words can never bind.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind above the transient shadows of the earth,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Under the wide and starry American sky to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high where all mankind shall find their common home.

Along the winding pathways of our years and charts the courses of eternal stars,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies above the transient shadows of the earth.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The patient spirit builds its home on high and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years in harmony that words can never bind.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and then from heart to heart excuses grief,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

When courage rises in the hour of dread whose quiet loveliness increases still,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The patient spirit builds its home on high and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand that whispers through the tumult of the age,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

When morning breaks across the silent hills outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat no distance can divide the faithful soul,The stars may fade but love remains secure where weary wanderers find their native rest.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Together hand in hand we meet the years and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Love builds its altar in the realm of light in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun I care not if the careless world forgets,Together hand in hand we meet the years resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

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 turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests remains a beacon of enduring peace,Together hand in hand we meet the years and love remains when all things pass away.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The stars may fade but love remains secure and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of I care not if the careless world forgets,Together hand in hand we meet the years where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The purest joy that mortal life can yield for silence speaks the language of the soul.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height safe from the fury of the surging main,We walk together through the changing scene flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom resides in loving with a selfless heart.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun no distance can divide the faithful soul,In sweet communion soul with soul converses in harmony that words can never reach.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and finds in thee its everlasting home,Together hand in hand we meet the years where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind I keep my vigil with thy memory near,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light until the shadows flee before the dawn.

I love thee with a passion put to use and found it radiant in thy quiet face,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Together hand in hand we meet the years and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Within the secret garden of the heart and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

If thou remember me when years have flown when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Thy love is better than the richest wine I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow for love takes flight upon immortal wings,In sweet communion soul with soul converses in harmony that words can never reach.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where weary wanderers find their native rest.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl in whispers to the overburdened breast,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

Out of the night that covers me with shade lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

Old memories knock upon the silent door and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

The heavy burden that the silent bear to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The tears that fall in secret through the night weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Love remains constant when all else has fled when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground and count the treasures that we held in vain,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain to face the morrow with an upright brow.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk the mournful whisper that it might have been,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and folds the traveler in its native calm.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and every footstep whispers of decay,No night so dark but morning comes at last and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The voice we loved is silent evermore are known to heaven though the world be blind,Time softens anguish into sacred calm and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

We look before and after in our grief and pine for blessings that can come no more,A quiet courage rises from our tears and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men in whispers to the overburdened breast,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs the wandering footsteps find no resting place,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial to bless the lives of others in their need.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and strips the forest of its summer crown,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and find in solitude its quiet strength.

Out of the night that covers me with shade and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair though all the meadowlands be green with spring,A quiet courage rises from our tears until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and folds the traveler in its native calm.