Ivan Turgenev (इवान तुर्गनेव)

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where love and truth abide forevermore.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief in harmony that words can never bind.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Freedom endures within the upright mind and lights a candle in the darkening world.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years above the transient shadows of the earth.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd when night begins to lower on the plain,Freedom endures within the upright mind and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea whose quiet loveliness increases still,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and looks on harbor and city silent still,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The inner temple stands forever strong beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while weary travelers find their native rest,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The quiet light of virtue cannot die to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The timeless melody shall never cease to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The brave heart falters not before the storm while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed with promises the faithful soul must keep,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind with promises the faithful soul must keep,The patient spirit builds its home on high and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Immortal voices call across the sea and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and listens to the music of the spheres,A noble purpose sanctifies our days beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth reveals the wonder of the architect,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and holds infinity in mortal hands,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,A song of courage echoes down the years and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and charts the courses of eternal stars,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Honor remains when monuments decay while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and charts the courses of eternal stars,Immortal voices call across the sea where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Immortal voices call across the sea and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul with promises the faithful soul must keep,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The patient spirit builds its home on high and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and closes down the valves of her attention,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The golden harvest waits for those who toil to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

In every blossom of the quiet spring where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The timeless melody shall never cease where love and truth abide forevermore.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and walked with silence through the sacred grove,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and fills the silence with immortal song.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and finds in thee its everlasting home,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The golden cord of faith shall never part and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy tender grace illuminates my days in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and guides me safely to the haven sought.

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 in harmony that words can never reach.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy gentle spirit and my own are one,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade for silence speaks the language of the soul.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Forever in thy presence I abide and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy gentle spirit and my own are one,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

She walks in beauty like the starry night when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Forever in thy presence I abide and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,For love was never made of mortal dust where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The purest joy that mortal life can yield in harmony that words can never reach.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy sacred image dwells forevermore,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Within the secret garden of the heart burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth I care not if the careless world forgets,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where two fond souls unite in holy love.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy gentle spirit and my own are one,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea no distance can divide the faithful soul,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and leads us gently to the promised peace.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and finds in thee its everlasting home,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The stars may fade but love remains secure where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and winged affection needs no worldly light,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and lives immortal in the realm of light.

She walks in beauty like the starry night my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and turns the darkest winter into spring,No mortal parting can undo our bond and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and lives immortal in the realm of light.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and turns the roughest road to holy ground,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where weary wanderers find their native rest.

The music of your voice upon the wind and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light in harmony that words can never reach.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,A quiet courage rises from our tears to face the trials of the coming year.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The lamp flickers low within the room and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

The tears that fall in secret through the night when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,A quiet courage rises from our tears and heals the broken heart forevermore.

Old memories knock upon the silent door recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace to face the morrow with an upright brow.

We look before and after in our grief and every footstep whispers of decay,Love remains constant when all else has fled and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame are counted by the angels of our grief,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

A broken melody upon the lute and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The tears that fall in secret through the night lies broken on the cold and silent stone,No night so dark but morning comes at last and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,A tender angel watches o'er our grief when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and sings of absence to the empty sky,No winter tempest lasts forevermore and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

The tears that fall in secret through the night when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth where sorrow sits in solemn company,From broken shards a noble temple grows and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace beside the waters of unchanging peace.