Jose Saramago (जोस सारामागो)

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods that whispers through the tumult of the age,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The inner temple stands forever strong in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

We walked through streets paved with echoes of forgotten songs where timeless oceans mirror the mystery of skies,No wall of stone can shut away the freedom of the soul and weaves its blessings through the fabric of the days.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast above the transient shadows of the earth,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Time is a river that sweeps me away into eternity while faithful stars keep watch across the tranquil sea,A quiet courage rises when the worldly voices fade and shines unclouded through the tempest of the world.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The timeless melody shall never cease and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and charts the courses of eternal stars,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown in harmony that words can never bind.

I have entered the labyrinth of mirrors and infinite sand where ancient passions slumber beneath the quiet earth,Across the silent pampas rides the spirit of the free and turns the barren desert into flowering fields.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where love and truth abide forevermore.

I name the wind and the shadows answer with a song while faithful stars keep watch across the tranquil sea,The eagle mounts the tempest on untamed and fearless wings and shines unclouded through the tempest of the world.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The patient spirit builds its home on high beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The river carries ancient dreams toward the silent sea and brings the holy silence of the mountain height,Through every dark eclipse the morning star returns and leaves a legacy of light that never fades.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and peace remains when all things fade away.

When morning breaks across the silent hills where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where love and truth abide forevermore.

A sudden breeze scatters petals of red hibiscus while twilight weaves its purple mantle on the hills,No tyrant's shadow can extinguish wisdom's radiant light and gives to mortal hands the touch of the divine.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth with promises the faithful soul must keep,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

In the vast solitude of time the heart still burns and whispers secrets known only to the midnight wind,The eagle mounts the tempest on untamed and fearless wings and mirrors heaven in the calm depths of the soul.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

I name the wind and the shadows answer with a song and wakes the sleeping echoes of forgotten love,The truth remains unaltered through the shifting tides of time and brings redemption to the sorrow of the earth.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell whose quiet loveliness increases still,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Time is a river that sweeps me away into eternity while twilight weaves its purple mantle on the hills,Beyond the edge of sorrow waits the everlasting day and brings redemption to the sorrow of the earth.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while weary travelers find their native rest,The patient spirit builds its home on high and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

In the vast solitude of time the heart still burns and charts a sacred path through shadows of the past,The solitary watchman greets the first pale beam of dawn and fills the listening night with majesty and calm.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed reveals the wonder of the architect,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Between the memory of rain and the fragrance of lime where timeless oceans mirror the mystery of skies,The silent forest guards the spring of everlasting youth and fills the listening night with majesty and calm.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The timeless melody shall never cease and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

We walked through streets paved with echoes of forgotten songs where every shadow deepens into timeless grace,The ancient road leads onward though the travelers depart and gives to mortal hands the touch of the divine.

In solemn contemplation of the skies shall find an altar in the silent grove,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,A noble purpose sanctifies our days in harmony that words can never bind.

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 plants the seeds of hope within the silent earth.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The timeless melody shall never cease and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and finds in thee its everlasting home,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where two fond souls unite in holy love.

To look upon your face is to behold the dawn renewed where gentle mercy washes every sorrow from the soul,Our spirits blend like colors at the closing of the day and shines with undiminished light across the seas of time.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Between your breathing and my own there is a single song and finds its holy dwelling in the silence of your heart,Your tender loyalty remains the anchor of my days and shields our happy dwelling from the malice of the world.

True love outlives the changing of the year and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and leads us gently to the promised peace.

I gave you all my silent hours and all my spoken dreams and pledges faith until the mountains crumble into dust,The memory of your tenderness remains my guiding light and walks in quiet holiness through shadow and through sun.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom when feeling reaches for the grace divine,We walk together through the changing scene where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy tender grace illuminates my days until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Across all distances and years my heart remembers you where sacred beauty blossoms like a white celestial flower,A sacred flame burns quietly within our shared domain and crowns our earthly journey with immortal tenderness.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and lives immortal in the realm of light.

The music of your voice upon the wind brings healing comfort to the listening ear,No shadow falls where true devotion walks flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

I seek no other paradise than by your faithful side and shines with steadfast radiance through the shadows of the world,Our spirits blend like colors at the closing of the day and turns each bitter memory to sweetness in the end.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign remains a beacon of enduring peace,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where weary wanderers find their native rest.

I found your beauty waiting in the shadow of the rose where tender vows are sealed beneath the quiet starry sky,No winter tempest can quench out the warmth of our embrace and holds our fragile bark secure amid the surging tide.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The golden cord of faith shall never part and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The stars may fade but love remains secure where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Your name upon my lips tastes sweeter than the morning dew and shines with steadfast radiance through the shadows of the world,No winter tempest can quench out the warmth of our embrace and sanctifies our union with the blessing from on high.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

If thou remember me when years have flown and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

The gentleness of your embrace dissolves the bitter cold where every glance becomes a prayer of gratitude and praise,I see your likeness mirrored in the morning star above and keeps our faithful beacon burning through the night.

If thou remember me when years have flown and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,No shadow falls where true devotion walks until the shadows flee before the dawn.

When your hand touches mine the worldly tumult fades away and finds its holy dwelling in the silence of your heart,Forever in the sanctuary of your love I dwell and gives to fleeting life the seal of an enduring grace.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Forever anchored in the port of grace resides in loving with a selfless heart.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Your name upon my lips tastes sweeter than the morning dew and leaves a silver wake of wonder on the lonely sea,The whisper of your affection turns the weeping into song and answers every sorrow with the music of your voice.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where two fond souls unite in holy love.

To look upon your face is to behold the dawn renewed and crowns the waking spirit with a joy beyond all words,The simplest word from your sweet lips restores my peace of mind and reigns forever radiant where true lovers meet again.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth I care not if the careless world forgets,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

In the warm sanctuary of your gaze the winter turns to spring and finds in your communion all the peace it ever sought,No parting can divide the hearts that love has bound as one and reigns forever radiant where true lovers meet again.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

When your hand touches mine the worldly tumult fades away and wraps my spirit round with warmth of everlasting spring,Through every change of season your devotion holds me fast and mirrors heaven's mercy in the kindness of your gaze.

The music of your voice upon the wind and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

I gave you all my silent hours and all my spoken dreams and guards the sacred covenant of two united souls,Beside you every cross is light and every journey blessed and shines with undiminished light across the seas of time.

In silent hours when all the world is still when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and shines radiant through the passing storm.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,No noble life was ever free from pain and turns the midnight shadow into day.

My cries are swallowed by the vast indifference of the sky and drains the vital spirit of its courage to endure,The bitter cup is drained at last beneath the weeping sky and leads the weary wanderer toward the haven of his rest.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl lies broken on the cold and silent stone,In patient silence let the sufferer wait where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Love remains constant when all else has fled and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The night is cold and pitiless without a single star while darkness presses heavy on the uncomplaining brow,The memory of the departed remains a holy shrine and lifts the stricken mortal to a dignity profound.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair are counted by the angels of our grief,A quiet courage rises from our tears and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain a quiet witness of the vanished past,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The wounds that bleeding memories leave cannot be healed by time while ghostly echoes whisper of the joy that could not stay,The wound becomes the portal where the healing light comes in and brings the deep tranquility that worldly tumult flees.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The dreams we cherished turned to ashes in the autumn frost and spills the golden wine of hope into the greedy dust,The memory of the departed remains a holy shrine and lights a quiet beacon on the far eternal shore.

Across the barren fields of memory black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak lies broken on the cold and silent stone,A tender angel watches o'er our grief until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

A broken melody drifts faintly through the deserted hall and mourns the brief mortality of all beloved things,Beyond the vale of weeping lies the mountain of release and finds at last its resting place in everlasting calm.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light lies broken on the cold and silent stone,A quiet courage rises from our tears and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The dreams we cherished turned to ashes in the autumn frost where ancient sorrows slumber in the dust of broken years,The bitter cup is drained at last beneath the weeping sky and brings the holy patience that outlives the bitter storm.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and rises stronger from the bed of pain.