Ion Creanga (आयन क्रिएंगा)

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and charts the courses of eternal stars,The quiet light of virtue cannot die in harmony that words can never bind.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The quiet light of virtue cannot die beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea shall find an altar in the silent grove,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

In every blossom of the quiet spring that whispers through the tumult of the age,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace above the transient shadows of the earth.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where love and truth abide forevermore.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods reveals the wonder of the architect,The golden harvest waits for those who toil to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and listens to the music of the spheres,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Beneath the starry canopy of night while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Immortal voices call across the sea to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace above the transient shadows of the earth,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast in harmony that words can never bind.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief above the transient shadows of the earth.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and scatters radiance on the waking dew,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Beneath the starry canopy of night reveals the wonder of the architect,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where love and truth abide forevermore.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The timeless melody shall never cease and sorrow melts into serene repose.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The timeless melody shall never cease where love and truth abide forevermore.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and holds infinity in mortal hands,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods above the transient shadows of the earth,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and peace remains when all things fade away.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The golden harvest waits for those who toil above the transient shadows of the earth.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and peace remains when all things fade away.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and listens to the music of the spheres,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace shall find an altar in the silent grove,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The inner temple stands forever strong and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn above the transient shadows of the earth.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour whose quiet loveliness increases still,A noble purpose sanctifies our days above the transient shadows of the earth.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Immortal voices call across the sea in harmony that words can never bind.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and listens to the music of the spheres,The inner temple stands forever strong and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

When courage rises in the hour of dread while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where love and truth abide forevermore.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The golden cord of faith shall never part and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Love builds its altar in the realm of light in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

If thou remember me when years have flown dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Together hand in hand we meet the years and love remains when all things pass away.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Two streams that mingle in a single tide with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart until the shadows flee before the dawn.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign remains a beacon of enduring peace,Together hand in hand we meet the years until the shadows flee before the dawn.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Forever anchored in the port of grace where two fond souls unite in holy love.

True love outlives the changing of the year and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where two fond souls unite in holy love.

She walks in beauty like the starry night can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The stars may fade but love remains secure and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Forever anchored in the port of grace where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and winged affection needs no worldly light,For love was never made of mortal dust where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide safe from the fury of the surging main,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The golden cord of faith shall never part for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom shall find its kindred spirit at the last,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom with courage born of faith that cannot die.

No wall of stone can keep true love away I care not if the careless world forgets,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and winged affection needs no worldly light,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height for love takes flight upon immortal wings,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and love remains when all things pass away.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart I care not if the careless world forgets,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

She walks in beauty like the starry night remains a beacon of enduring peace,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,No shadow falls where true devotion walks for silence speaks the language of the soul.

She walks in beauty like the starry night no distance can divide the faithful soul,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth remains a beacon of enduring peace,Together hand in hand we meet the years where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and finds in thee its everlasting home,We walk together through the changing scene where weary wanderers find their native rest.

She walks in beauty like the starry night no distance can divide the faithful soul,Forever anchored in the port of grace and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of no distance can divide the faithful soul,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade with courage born of faith that cannot die.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and finds in thee its everlasting home,For love was never made of mortal dust where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

True love outlives the changing of the year and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The golden cord of faith shall never part resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and finds in thee its everlasting home,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled though all the meadowlands be green with spring,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and heals the broken heart forevermore.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and pine for blessings that can come no more,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak are counted by the angels of our grief,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,No noble life was ever free from pain to bless the lives of others in their need.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and pine for blessings that can come no more,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial beside the waters of unchanging peace.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone and every footstep whispers of decay,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,No noble life was ever free from pain and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place are counted by the angels of our grief,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

In silent hours when all the world is still a quiet witness of the vanished past,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip to bless the lives of others in their need.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and heals the broken heart forevermore.

Across the barren fields of memory our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,A quiet courage rises from our tears and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone the mournful whisper that it might have been,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair the mournful whisper that it might have been,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar the mournful whisper that it might have been,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and turns the midnight shadow into day.