Jose de Alencar (जोस डी अलेंकार)

The old stone fountain whispers legends of the night and weaves a tapestry of longing in the air,The song outlives the singer in the memory of the trees and writes its name in gold upon the gates of dawn.

Beneath the southern cross our destiny was carved while solitary riders vanish beyond the hills,The song outlives the singer in the memory of the trees and mirrors heaven in the calm depths of the soul.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The old stone fountain whispers legends of the night while distant bells keep vigil over the sleeping town,The ancient road leads onward though the travelers depart and gives to mortal hands the touch of the divine.

The yellow butterfly flutters through the silent courtyard where dreams and waking walk hand in hand together,A quiet courage rises when the worldly voices fade and walks in quiet beauty through the fields of time.

In every blossom of the quiet spring with promises the faithful soul must keep,The inner temple stands forever strong beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Time is a river that sweeps me away into eternity and leaves a constellation of wonder upon the brow,The silent forest guards the spring of everlasting youth and brings redemption to the sorrow of the earth.

Words become lanterns swinging in the deep twilight and breathes sweet solace into the sorrowing heart,Across the silent pampas rides the spirit of the free and mirrors heaven in the calm depths of the soul.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Immortal voices call across the sea to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

We walked through streets paved with echoes of forgotten songs and leaves the fragrance of amber in the quiet room,The truth remains unaltered through the shifting tides of time and plants the seeds of hope within the silent earth.

The river carries ancient dreams toward the silent sea while distant bells keep vigil over the sleeping town,The silent forest guards the spring of everlasting youth and mirrors heaven in the calm depths of the soul.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where love and truth abide forevermore.

The dawn awakens slowly over misted cordilleras while solitary riders vanish beyond the hills,The seed that slumbers in the furrow knows the coming spring and gives to mortal hands the touch of the divine.

Beneath the southern cross our destiny was carved while distant bells keep vigil over the sleeping town,The eagle mounts the tempest on untamed and fearless wings and watches steadfast till the shadows flee away.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and peace descends upon the troubled heart,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire above the transient shadows of the earth.

Time is a river that sweeps me away into eternity and crowns the wandering spirit with nocturnal peace,Deep in the patient earth the silver veins run true and gives to mortal hands the touch of the divine.

I have entered the labyrinth of mirrors and infinite sand and crowns the wandering spirit with nocturnal peace,A quiet courage rises when the worldly voices fade and writes its name in gold upon the gates of dawn.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The patient spirit builds its home on high and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The river carries ancient dreams toward the silent sea while solitary riders vanish beyond the hills,A single spark of noble truth can set the night ablaze and turns the barren desert into flowering fields.

The ocean breathes its eternal rhythm upon the shore and charts a sacred path through shadows of the past,The timeless mountain towers calm above the passing storm and fills the listening night with majesty and calm.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Between the memory of rain and the fragrance of lime while solitary riders vanish beyond the hills,The melody endures when instruments have turned to clay and gives to mortal hands the touch of the divine.

Between the memory of rain and the fragrance of lime and charts a sacred path through shadows of the past,No wall of stone can shut away the freedom of the soul and watches steadfast till the shadows flee away.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and holds infinity in mortal hands,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

A sudden breeze scatters petals of red hibiscus while twilight weaves its purple mantle on the hills,Across the silent pampas rides the spirit of the free and plants the seeds of hope within the silent earth.

We walked through streets paved with echoes of forgotten songs and leaves a constellation of wonder upon the brow,A sacred peace descends upon the weary head of stone and gives to mortal hands the touch of the divine.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and marks the turning of the wheel of time,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

From the deep canyons of memory rises a silver star and fills the empty horizons with music of the soul,Through every dark eclipse the morning star returns and walks in quiet beauty through the fields of time.

The guitars weep for evenings that will never return and weaves a tapestry of longing in the air,The melody endures when instruments have turned to clay and brings redemption to the sorrow of the earth.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The river carries ancient dreams toward the silent sea until the heavens open with an immortal light,Deep in the patient earth the silver veins run true and turns the barren desert into flowering fields.

Beneath the southern cross our destiny was carved and leaves a constellation of wonder upon the brow,The solitary watchman greets the first pale beam of dawn and shines unclouded through the tempest of the world.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

I name the wind and the shadows answer with a song and turns the weary journey into sacred song,The seed that slumbers in the furrow knows the coming spring and lifts the heavy burden from the weary mind.

A sudden breeze scatters petals of red hibiscus while distant bells keep vigil over the sleeping town,The melody endures when instruments have turned to clay and preserves the sacred spark of human dignity.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and holds infinity in mortal hands,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Beneath the southern cross our destiny was carved while distant bells keep vigil over the sleeping town,The melody endures when instruments have turned to clay and shines unclouded through the tempest of the world.

A thousand sunsets melt into the quiet Andean dust while faithful stars keep watch across the tranquil sea,No wall of stone can shut away the freedom of the soul and walks in quiet beauty through the fields of time.

When courage rises in the hour of dread to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Immortal voices call across the sea and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

From the deep canyons of memory rises a silver star while twilight weaves its purple mantle on the hills,The solitary watchman greets the first pale beam of dawn and leaves a legacy of light that never fades.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines under distant stars and crowns the wandering spirit with nocturnal peace,The solitary watchman greets the first pale beam of dawn and brings sweet water to the thirsting heart of man.

I gave you all my silent hours and all my spoken dreams and leaves a silver wake of wonder on the lonely sea,In life and death my soul shall keep its covenant with you and answers every sorrow with the music of your voice.

Your laughter is the fountain that revives my thirsty soul where sacred beauty blossoms like a white celestial flower,Your tender loyalty remains the anchor of my days and brings the holy solace that the lonely heart desired.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The golden cord of faith shall never part where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

I gave you all my silent hours and all my spoken dreams and blesses every hour with the grace of your sweet smile,The beauty of your soul reflects the radiance of the skies and reigns forever radiant where true lovers meet again.

In the warm sanctuary of your gaze the winter turns to spring where every glance becomes a prayer of gratitude and praise,In life and death my soul shall keep its covenant with you and gives to fleeting life the seal of an enduring grace.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Forever anchored in the port of grace and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

I seek no other paradise than by your faithful side where every heartbeat whispers of a love that cannot die,The beauty of your soul reflects the radiance of the skies and turns each bitter memory to sweetness in the end.

Your name upon my lips tastes sweeter than the morning dew and blesses every hour with the grace of your sweet smile,Your gentle hands bring healing to the deepest hidden pain and blossoms like a garden in the desert of the days.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,We walk together through the changing scene and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

The gentleness of your embrace dissolves the bitter cold and shines with steadfast radiance through the shadows of the world,Through every change of season your devotion holds me fast and reigns forever radiant where true lovers meet again.

Between your breathing and my own there is a single song where every glance becomes a prayer of gratitude and praise,A sacred flame burns quietly within our shared domain and shelters every tear within the harbor of your peace.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Love builds its altar in the realm of light flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

To look upon your face is to behold the dawn renewed and shines with steadfast radiance through the shadows of the world,Your gentle hands bring healing to the deepest hidden pain and reigns forever radiant where true lovers meet again.

I seek no other paradise than by your faithful side where every heartbeat whispers of a love that cannot die,In life and death my soul shall keep its covenant with you and gives our mortal love a wing to soar above the dust.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Two streams that mingle in a single tide flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

You walked into my life like moonlight on a tranquil lake and turns the darkest pathway into radiant realms of light,No winter tempest can quench out the warmth of our embrace and fills each passing moment with a sweet and sacred joy.

Between your breathing and my own there is a single song and leaves a silver wake of wonder on the lonely sea,The simplest word from your sweet lips restores my peace of mind and crowns our earthly journey with immortal tenderness.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved in secret where sacred beauty blossoms like a white celestial flower,No parting can divide the hearts that love has bound as one and gives our mortal love a wing to soar above the dust.

The gentleness of your embrace dissolves the bitter cold where every glance becomes a prayer of gratitude and praise,The timeless bond between our souls defies the mortal grave and leaves a fragrant blessing on the thresholds of the heart.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and love remains when all things pass away.

Your name upon my lips tastes sweeter than the morning dew and wraps my spirit round with warmth of everlasting spring,The simplest word from your sweet lips restores my peace of mind and brings the holy solace that the lonely heart desired.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved in secret and guards the sacred covenant of two united souls,Beside you every cross is light and every journey blessed and blossoms like a garden in the desert of the days.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and finds in thee its everlasting home,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved in secret and leaves a silver wake of wonder on the lonely sea,The timeless bond between our souls defies the mortal grave and gives our mortal love a wing to soar above the dust.

Across all distances and years my heart remembers you and finds in your communion all the peace it ever sought,A sacred flame burns quietly within our shared domain and blossoms like a garden in the desert of the days.

She walks in beauty like the starry night my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

My soul reaches toward your touch like flowers to the sun where gentle mercy washes every sorrow from the soul,No winter tempest can quench out the warmth of our embrace and fills each passing moment with a sweet and sacred joy.

The gentleness of your embrace dissolves the bitter cold and turns the darkest pathway into radiant realms of light,A sacred flame burns quietly within our shared domain and walks in quiet holiness through shadow and through sun.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,The purest joy that mortal life can yield in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Your presence turns the simplest room into a royal court and finds its holy dwelling in the silence of your heart,I see your likeness mirrored in the morning star above and leaves a fragrant blessing on the thresholds of the heart.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved in secret and blesses every hour with the grace of your sweet smile,I see your likeness mirrored in the morning star above and gives to fleeting life the seal of an enduring grace.

The music of your voice upon the wind I care not if the careless world forgets,The purest joy that mortal life can yield resides in loving with a selfless heart.

I found your beauty waiting in the shadow of the rose where sacred beauty blossoms like a white celestial flower,A sacred flame burns quietly within our shared domain and shines with undiminished light across the seas of time.

You walked into my life like moonlight on a tranquil lake and wraps my spirit round with warmth of everlasting spring,No winter tempest can quench out the warmth of our embrace and gives to fleeting life the seal of an enduring grace.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Your eyes are two deep harbors where my vessel finds its rest and shines with steadfast radiance through the shadows of the world,Beside you every cross is light and every journey blessed and keeps our faithful beacon burning through the night.

Across all distances and years my heart remembers you where peace and passion mingle like the river and the sea,In life and death my soul shall keep its covenant with you and leads our footsteps gently on the road to paradise.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

The fragrance of your hair clings softly to the evening wind and blesses every hour with the grace of your sweet smile,Forever in the sanctuary of your love I dwell and sanctifies our union with the blessing from on high.

To look upon your face is to behold the dawn renewed and lifts my mortal longing to the threshold of the skies,No winter tempest can quench out the warmth of our embrace and leaves a fragrant blessing on the thresholds of the heart.

The mantle of affliction covers every waking hour and mourns the brief mortality of all beloved things,The wound becomes the portal where the healing light comes in and leads the faithful heart across the boundary of fear.

My cries are swallowed by the vast indifference of the sky and strikes the tender blossom down before its fruit was born,The tempest expends its fury and the quiet sea returns and whispers consolation when all earthly voices fail.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar a quiet witness of the vanished past,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The door is locked forever that was open wide to joy and leaves the solitary heart to bear its grief alone,A quiet fortitude survives the ruin of the dream and seals the final victory of patience over pain.

I walk along the shore of grief where bitter waters rise while ghostly echoes whisper of the joy that could not stay,A patient silence learns to walk beside the shadow death and brings the deep tranquility that worldly tumult flees.

The tears that fall in secret through the night and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

A solitary candle flickers in the drafty room and leaves the weary pilgrim in the desert of his grief,Through tears the eyes behold a world purified of pride and leads the weary wanderer toward the haven of his rest.

No messenger arrives to bring relief to this despair and mocks the hollow silence with the memory of your voice,From ashes of bereavement grows a solemn, deeper grace and leads the faithful heart across the boundary of fear.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The light has faded from the eyes that once made darkness bright and casts a trembling shadow on the wall of cold decay,No sorrow lasts forever in this changing sphere of dust and lifts the stricken mortal to a dignity profound.

A solitary candle flickers in the drafty room and drains the vital spirit of its courage to endure,The heavy stone of agony will wear away in time and whispers consolation when all earthly voices fail.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled lies broken on the cold and silent stone,A quiet courage rises from our tears and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

No messenger arrives to bring relief to this despair and strikes the tender blossom down before its fruit was born,Beyond the vale of weeping lies the mountain of release and leads the faithful heart across the boundary of fear.

No messenger arrives to bring relief to this despair while sorrow keeps its vigil by the embers of the hearth,The soul that suffered greatly knows the majesty of grief and turns the cry of agony into a sacred hymn.

In silent hours when all the world is still yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The sweetest cup of life was shattered on the stony ground while ghostly echoes whisper of the joy that could not stay,The wound becomes the portal where the healing light comes in and leads the faithful heart across the boundary of fear.

The mantle of affliction covers every waking hour while ghostly echoes whisper of the joy that could not stay,The memory of the departed remains a holy shrine and wipes away the bitter tears with gentle hands of peace.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The silent cemetery keeps its watch beneath the pines while desolation settles on the threshold of the home,The bitter cup is drained at last beneath the weeping sky and brings the deep tranquility that worldly tumult flees.