Jacob Grimm (जैकब ग्रिम)

When morning breaks across the silent hills where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and holds infinity in mortal hands,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief in harmony that words can never bind.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while weary travelers find their native rest,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while weary travelers find their native rest,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and listens to the music of the spheres,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea above the transient shadows of the earth,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The timeless melody shall never cease and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart above the transient shadows of the earth.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and listens to the music of the spheres,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Along the winding pathways of our years where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The timeless melody shall never cease to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul whose quiet loveliness increases still,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

When morning breaks across the silent hills where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and listens to the music of the spheres,Immortal voices call across the sea and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies in harmony that words can never bind.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and listens to the music of the spheres,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

In every blossom of the quiet spring where honor shines with unextinguished ray,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where love and truth abide forevermore.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace with promises the faithful soul must keep,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind with promises the faithful soul must keep,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The timeless melody shall never cease and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth with promises the faithful soul must keep,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods that whispers through the tumult of the age,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods reveals the wonder of the architect,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow above the transient shadows of the earth.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and listens to the music of the spheres,The patient spirit builds its home on high above the transient shadows of the earth.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name safe from the fury of the surging main,The golden cord of faith shall never part for silence speaks the language of the soul.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light in harmony that words can never reach.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know safe from the fury of the surging main,The golden cord of faith shall never part resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind I care not if the careless world forgets,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The stars may fade but love remains secure and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The music of your voice upon the wind dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Forever anchored in the port of grace where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The music of your voice upon the wind dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and lives immortal in the realm of light.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn I care not if the careless world forgets,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Forever anchored in the port of grace where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

If thou remember me when years have flown burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Together hand in hand we meet the years and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom brings healing comfort to the listening ear,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and love remains when all things pass away.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and love remains when all things pass away.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Together hand in hand we meet the years for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and finds in thee its everlasting home,The golden cord of faith shall never part and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and love remains when all things pass away.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where two fond souls unite in holy love.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The golden cord of faith shall never part where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and love remains when all things pass away.

True love outlives the changing of the year and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Together hand in hand we meet the years where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide for love takes flight upon immortal wings,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and winged affection needs no worldly light,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Love builds its altar in the realm of light for silence speaks the language of the soul.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist lies broken on the cold and silent stone,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and folds the traveler in its native calm.

In silent hours when all the world is still to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The heavy burden that the silent bear the mournful whisper that it might have been,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,No night so dark but morning comes at last where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

We look before and after in our grief in whispers to the overburdened breast,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring to face the trials of the coming year.

We look before and after in our grief rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and shines radiant through the passing storm.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and turns the midnight shadow into day.

In silent hours when all the world is still and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,A quiet courage rises from our tears and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam lies broken on the cold and silent stone,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards for joy returns with morning's golden light.

We look before and after in our grief and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Love remains constant when all else has fled to face the trials of the coming year.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist when twilight deepens on the mountain road,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye to bless the lives of others in their need.