Jaroslav Hasek (यारोस्लाव हासेक)

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The inner temple stands forever strong in harmony that words can never bind.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore whose quiet loveliness increases still,Immortal voices call across the sea and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and charts the courses of eternal stars,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and holds infinity in mortal hands,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and holds infinity in mortal hands,The timeless melody shall never cease to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest above the transient shadows of the earth,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and charts the courses of eternal stars,The patient spirit builds its home on high to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Immortal voices call across the sea to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep above the transient shadows of the earth,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Along the winding pathways of our years and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and holds infinity in mortal hands,A noble purpose sanctifies our days in harmony that words can never bind.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand in harmony that words can never bind.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way with promises the faithful soul must keep,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and peace remains when all things fade away.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep shall find an altar in the silent grove,Immortal voices call across the sea where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years above the transient shadows of the earth.

Along the winding pathways of our years and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Beneath the starry canopy of night while weary travelers find their native rest,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

When courage rises in the hour of dread whose quiet loveliness increases still,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The patient spirit builds its home on high and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth shall find an altar in the silent grove,The quiet light of virtue cannot die in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and charts the courses of eternal stars,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief in harmony that words can never bind.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and peace remains when all things fade away.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,A noble purpose sanctifies our days beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast while weary travelers find their native rest,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Along the winding pathways of our years while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The timeless melody shall never cease and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and holds infinity in mortal hands,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and peace remains when all things fade away.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and holds infinity in mortal hands,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Together hand in hand we meet the years and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and love remains when all things pass away.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide for love takes flight upon immortal wings,We walk together through the changing scene and lives immortal in the realm of light.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth safe from the fury of the surging main,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy sacred image dwells forevermore,In sweet communion soul with soul converses in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of for love takes flight upon immortal wings,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Together hand in hand we meet the years and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The stars may fade but love remains secure where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and finds in thee its everlasting home,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,For love was never made of mortal dust for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow brings healing comfort to the listening ear,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy gentle spirit and my own are one,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where two fond souls unite in holy love.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign safe from the fury of the surging main,The stars may fade but love remains secure for silence speaks the language of the soul.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign no distance can divide the faithful soul,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

True love outlives the changing of the year and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and winged affection needs no worldly light,We walk together through the changing scene and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart with courage born of faith that cannot die.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and find their heaven in each other's eyes,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat remains a beacon of enduring peace,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

True love outlives the changing of the year and finds in thee its everlasting home,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Together hand in hand we meet the years and leads us gently to the promised peace.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Forever anchored in the port of grace and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The golden cord of faith shall never part where weary wanderers find their native rest.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth remains a beacon of enduring peace,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy in harmony that words can never reach.

If thou remember me when years have flown and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The golden cord of faith shall never part and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs the mournful whisper that it might have been,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain are counted by the angels of our grief,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam in whispers to the overburdened breast,No night so dark but morning comes at last and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell to bless the lives of others in their need.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,No night so dark but morning comes at last and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains and every footstep whispers of decay,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The tears that fall in secret through the night remind the soul of joys that could not stay,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

Out of the night that covers me with shade the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,A quiet courage rises from our tears and folds the traveler in its native calm.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and turns the midnight shadow into day.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and life awakens from the frozen ground.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and every footstep whispers of decay,A tender angel watches o'er our grief to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak remind the soul of joys that could not stay,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and folds the traveler in its native calm.