Imre Madach (इम्रे मादाच)

When courage rises in the hour of dread reveals the wonder of the architect,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where love and truth abide forevermore.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods above the transient shadows of the earth,Immortal voices call across the sea to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

In solemn contemplation of the skies while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The golden harvest waits for those who toil while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and holds infinity in mortal hands,The inner temple stands forever strong where love and truth abide forevermore.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where love and truth abide forevermore.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods while weary travelers find their native rest,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

When courage rises in the hour of dread shall find an altar in the silent grove,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

In every blossom of the quiet spring to guide the seeker through the wilderness,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed reveals the wonder of the architect,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart above the transient shadows of the earth.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where love and truth abide forevermore.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The patient spirit builds its home on high where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore reveals the wonder of the architect,The quiet light of virtue cannot die in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Along the winding pathways of our years shall find an altar in the silent grove,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand in harmony that words can never bind.

Beneath the starry canopy of night to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and peace remains when all things fade away.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace with promises the faithful soul must keep,The inner temple stands forever strong to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and listens to the music of the spheres,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and charts the courses of eternal stars,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and listens to the music of the spheres,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still above the transient shadows of the earth,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The patient spirit builds its home on high and peace remains when all things fade away.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods that whispers through the tumult of the age,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and peace remains when all things fade away.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and holds infinity in mortal hands,The timeless melody shall never cease and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour whose quiet loveliness increases still,Immortal voices call across the sea and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The timeless melody shall never cease and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and charts the courses of eternal stars,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where love and truth abide forevermore.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and charts the courses of eternal stars,Immortal voices call across the sea above the transient shadows of the earth.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep shall find an altar in the silent grove,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and listens to the music of the spheres,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and charts the courses of eternal stars,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

When courage rises in the hour of dread that whispers through the tumult of the age,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Along the winding pathways of our years where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and peace descends upon the troubled heart,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The stars may fade but love remains secure and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Together hand in hand we meet the years and love remains when all things pass away.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,For love was never made of mortal dust and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where two fond souls unite in holy love.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign no distance can divide the faithful soul,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where two fond souls unite in holy love.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and finds in thee its everlasting home,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The golden cord of faith shall never part and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Two streams that mingle in a single tide with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The stars may fade but love remains secure and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where two fond souls unite in holy love.

If thou remember me when years have flown can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy gentle spirit and my own are one,No shadow falls where true devotion walks for silence speaks the language of the soul.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom for silence speaks the language of the soul.

She walks in beauty like the starry night remains a beacon of enduring peace,Together hand in hand we meet the years and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,The stars may fade but love remains secure and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Across the silent leagues of time and space can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour no distance can divide the faithful soul,Our spirits blend in everlasting song in harmony that words can never reach.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign when feeling reaches for the grace divine,We walk together through the changing scene resides in loving with a selfless heart.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and winged affection needs no worldly light,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

She walks in beauty like the starry night of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and love remains when all things pass away.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of safe from the fury of the surging main,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and lives immortal in the realm of light.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea no distance can divide the faithful soul,The stars may fade but love remains secure and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in harmony that words can never reach.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The purest joy that mortal life can yield flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

No wall of stone can keep true love away can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart until the shadows flee before the dawn.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart remains a beacon of enduring peace,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Across the silent leagues of time and space can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Across the barren fields of memory the mournful whisper that it might have been,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and turns the midnight shadow into day.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream and pine for blessings that can come no more,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl and pine for blessings that can come no more,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The soul ascends above its mortal chains to bless the lives of others in their need.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and every footstep whispers of decay,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and heals the broken heart forevermore.

Out of the night that covers me with shade rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and turns the midnight shadow into day.

Out of the night that covers me with shade lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip beside the waters of unchanging peace.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and rises stronger from the bed of pain.