Jean de La Fontaine (जाँ दे ला फॉन्टेन)

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,In every breast a spark of heaven glows where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight whose quiet loveliness increases still,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The timeless melody shall never cease to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

When courage rises in the hour of dread while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and then from heart to heart excuses grief,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The timeless melody shall never cease and peace remains when all things fade away.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and lights a candle in the darkening world.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth that whispers through the tumult of the age,The inner temple stands forever strong where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell shall find an altar in the silent grove,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Beneath the starry canopy of night with promises the faithful soul must keep,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The patient spirit builds its home on high where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way while weary travelers find their native rest,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave above the transient shadows of the earth.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Along the winding pathways of our years outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The timeless melody shall never cease while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still to blend forever with the timeless dust,The prairie wind carries the ancient name to guide our children on the righteous path.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still shall find an altar in the silent grove,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and closes down the valves of her attention,A song of courage echoes down the years and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

In solemn contemplation of the skies to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light to guide our children on the righteous path.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and peace remains when all things fade away.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The inner temple stands forever strong and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

I hear America singing in the morning light life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell with promises the faithful soul must keep,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

When morning breaks across the silent hills while weary travelers find their native rest,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and listens to the music of the spheres,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and holds infinity in mortal hands,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

In solemn contemplation of the skies above the transient shadows of the earth,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart in harmony that words can never bind.

The soul selects her own society of grace and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Together hand in hand we meet the years where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and find their heaven in each other's eyes,For love was never made of mortal dust where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

I love thee with a passion put to use and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy constancy outshines the evening star where love and truth shall never know decay.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost for silence speaks the language of the soul.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm no distance can divide the faithful soul,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Across the silent prairie of the night and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,The quiet music of thy love remains and holds us fast against the changing tide.

If thou remember me when years have flown and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom for silence speaks the language of the soul.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign remains a beacon of enduring peace,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and love remains when all things pass away.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Forever in thy presence I abide and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Within the secret garden of the heart and finds in thee its everlasting home,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and warms the winter of the lonely mind,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Our spirits blend in everlasting song flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign no distance can divide the faithful soul,For love was never made of mortal dust and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,The quiet music of thy love remains and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Thy tender grace illuminates my days resides in loving with a selfless heart.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The golden cord of faith shall never part in harmony that words can never reach.

Across the silent prairie of the night and found it radiant in thy quiet face,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy tender grace illuminates my days with courage born of faith that cannot die.

No distance can divide two kindred souls burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name when feeling reaches for the grace divine,No shadow falls where true devotion walks resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Love builds its altar in the realm of light in harmony that words can never reach.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and lives immortal in the realm of light.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,The quiet music of thy love remains and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,We walk together through the changing scene and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and warms the winter of the lonely mind,For love was never made of mortal dust in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart brings healing comfort to the listening ear,For love was never made of mortal dust and lives immortal in the realm of light.

No distance can divide two kindred souls I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,No noble life was ever free from pain until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul where every tear is wiped away for aye.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and darkness settles on the weary brow,No night so dark but morning comes at last and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,A quiet courage rises from our tears and life awakens from the frozen ground.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and count the treasures that we held in vain,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Love remains constant when all else has fled and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The lamp flickers low within the room as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland where neither grief nor parting enters in.

We look before and after in our grief and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Love remains constant when all else has fled and turns the midnight shadow into day.

In silent hours when all the world is still a quiet witness of the vanished past,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost and felt the darkness enter in our souls,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last and hallows every memory of our loss.

The tears that fall in secret through the night though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

Across the barren fields of memory rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and left our harbor empty in the rain,From broken shards a noble temple grows to face the morrow with an upright brow.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,No night so dark but morning comes at last for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,No night so dark but morning comes at last and every tear becomes a pearl of price.