John Galsworthy (जॉन गाल्सवर्दी)

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night above the transient shadows of the earth.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and charts the courses of eternal stars,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The timeless melody shall never cease beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Along the winding pathways of our years shall find an altar in the silent grove,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Immortal voices call across the sea where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Along the winding pathways of our years and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave above the transient shadows of the earth.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and charts the courses of eternal stars,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies in harmony that words can never bind.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and holds infinity in mortal hands,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Beneath the starry canopy of night outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Immortal voices call across the sea above the transient shadows of the earth.

Along the winding pathways of our years and holds infinity in mortal hands,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind while weary travelers find their native rest,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The timeless melody shall never cease and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still above the transient shadows of the earth,The timeless melody shall never cease and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

In solemn contemplation of the skies whose quiet loveliness increases still,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and peace remains when all things fade away.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while weary travelers find their native rest,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour that whispers through the tumult of the age,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell with promises the faithful soul must keep,Immortal voices call across the sea and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace with promises the faithful soul must keep,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where love and truth abide forevermore.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand that whispers through the tumult of the age,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The timeless melody shall never cease and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where love and truth abide forevermore.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind that whispers through the tumult of the age,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

In solemn contemplation of the skies where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

In every blossom of the quiet spring while weary travelers find their native rest,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown in harmony that words can never bind.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The timeless melody shall never cease to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

In every blossom of the quiet spring above the transient shadows of the earth,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way with promises the faithful soul must keep,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and holds infinity in mortal hands,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and peace remains when all things fade away.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests safe from the fury of the surging main,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and love remains when all things pass away.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and warms the winter of the lonely mind,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Across the silent leagues of time and space remains a beacon of enduring peace,Forever anchored in the port of grace in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where weary wanderers find their native rest.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height no distance can divide the faithful soul,Together hand in hand we meet the years and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Across the silent leagues of time and space no distance can divide the faithful soul,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The music of your voice upon the wind and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Two streams that mingle in a single tide with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Together hand in hand we meet the years and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,For love was never made of mortal dust in harmony that words can never reach.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and winged affection needs no worldly light,In sweet communion soul with soul converses flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Across the silent leagues of time and space can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and leads us gently to the promised peace.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and love remains when all things pass away.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and find their heaven in each other's eyes,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love builds its altar in the realm of light flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign shall find its kindred spirit at the last,A sacred peace descends upon the breast for silence speaks the language of the soul.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Forever anchored in the port of grace resides in loving with a selfless heart.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in harmony that words can never reach.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name no distance can divide the faithful soul,Two streams that mingle in a single tide in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,In sweet communion soul with soul converses flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and finds in thee its everlasting home,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat no distance can divide the faithful soul,We walk together through the changing scene and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy gentle spirit and my own are one,A sacred peace descends upon the breast for silence speaks the language of the soul.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,In patient silence let the sufferer wait when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Love remains constant when all else has fled and folds the traveler in its native calm.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and life awakens from the frozen ground.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone the mournful whisper that it might have been,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream a quiet witness of the vanished past,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream and darkness settles on the weary brow,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

In silent hours when all the world is still yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The tears that fall in secret through the night the mournful whisper that it might have been,A quiet courage rises from our tears and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men in whispers to the overburdened breast,Love remains constant when all else has fled and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and darkness settles on the weary brow,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream and darkness settles on the weary brow,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest beside the waters of unchanging peace.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and hears the distant tolling of the bell,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,No night so dark but morning comes at last and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring to guide the mourner to the realms of light.