J R R Tolkien (जे. आर. आर. टॉल्किन)

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and sorrow melts into serene repose.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace above the transient shadows of the earth,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The quiet light of virtue cannot die while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth whose quiet loveliness increases still,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight reveals the wonder of the architect,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

When courage rises in the hour of dread whose quiet loveliness increases still,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight shall find an altar in the silent grove,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Immortal voices call across the sea and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

In solemn contemplation of the skies while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Immortal voices call across the sea and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire in harmony that words can never bind.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and marks the turning of the wheel of time,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The timeless melody shall never cease and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where love and truth abide forevermore.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and listens to the music of the spheres,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and holds infinity in mortal hands,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The inner temple stands forever strong and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

When morning breaks across the silent hills where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and marks the turning of the wheel of time,A deeper truth awakens in the mind to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When courage rises in the hour of dread shall find an altar in the silent grove,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Immortal voices call across the sea where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods above the transient shadows of the earth,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul above the transient shadows of the earth,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

In every blossom of the quiet spring where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and peace remains when all things fade away.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

When morning breaks across the silent hills shall find an altar in the silent grove,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where weary wanderers find their native rest.

True love outlives the changing of the year can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Together hand in hand we meet the years where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height remains a beacon of enduring peace,We walk together through the changing scene in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth brings healing comfort to the listening ear,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and finds in thee its everlasting home,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign remains a beacon of enduring peace,No shadow falls where true devotion walks resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The golden cord of faith shall never part and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Love builds its altar in the realm of light until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom no distance can divide the faithful soul,The stars may fade but love remains secure and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy sacred image dwells forevermore,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and love remains when all things pass away.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,A sacred peace descends upon the breast in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and finds in thee its everlasting home,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,We walk together through the changing scene and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

True love outlives the changing of the year my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and find their heaven in each other's eyes,We walk together through the changing scene where weary wanderers find their native rest.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The music of your voice upon the wind of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and lives immortal in the realm of light.

The music of your voice upon the wind shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where weary wanderers find their native rest.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Together hand in hand we meet the years where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where weary wanderers find their native rest.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy tender grace illuminates my days for silence speaks the language of the soul.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,For love was never made of mortal dust and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow I care not if the careless world forgets,Forever anchored in the port of grace with courage born of faith that cannot die.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn shall find its kindred spirit at the last,For love was never made of mortal dust and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,A quiet courage rises from our tears and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint to face the trials of the coming year.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men the mournful whisper that it might have been,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The tears that fall in secret through the night to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The heavy burden that the silent bear rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain for joy returns with morning's golden light.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The heavy burden that the silent bear are counted by the angels of our grief,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and every footstep whispers of decay,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,No night so dark but morning comes at last and turns the midnight shadow into day.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,A quiet courage rises from our tears to face the trials of the coming year.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains and pine for blessings that can come no more,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl the mournful whisper that it might have been,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

In silent hours when all the world is still when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and turns the midnight shadow into day.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and shines radiant through the passing storm.