Karel Capek (कारेल चापेक)

To see a World in a grain of golden sand while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The patient spirit builds its home on high in harmony that words can never bind.

Along the winding pathways of our years shall find an altar in the silent grove,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes above the transient shadows of the earth.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The patient spirit builds its home on high to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

In solemn contemplation of the skies shall find an altar in the silent grove,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace with promises the faithful soul must keep,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still whose quiet loveliness increases still,The patient spirit builds its home on high and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Immortal voices call across the sea beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and peace descends upon the troubled heart,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where love and truth abide forevermore.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast where honor shines with unextinguished ray,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand while weary travelers find their native rest,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace whose quiet loveliness increases still,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell above the transient shadows of the earth,The golden harvest waits for those who toil to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When courage rises in the hour of dread with promises the faithful soul must keep,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and peace remains when all things fade away.

When courage rises in the hour of dread while weary travelers find their native rest,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies above the transient shadows of the earth.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and charts the courses of eternal stars,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The timeless melody shall never cease to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand above the transient shadows of the earth,Immortal voices call across the sea and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and charts the courses of eternal stars,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

In solemn contemplation of the skies where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and warms the winter of the lonely mind,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

No wall of stone can keep true love away dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Forever anchored in the port of grace and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and warms the winter of the lonely mind,We walk together through the changing scene in harmony that words can never reach.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where two fond souls unite in holy love.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The golden cord of faith shall never part where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom for love takes flight upon immortal wings,We walk together through the changing scene in harmony that words can never reach.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name brings healing comfort to the listening ear,We walk together through the changing scene and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom safe from the fury of the surging main,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost in harmony that words can never reach.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name remains a beacon of enduring peace,The stars may fade but love remains secure and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name safe from the fury of the surging main,For love was never made of mortal dust and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The golden cord of faith shall never part with courage born of faith that cannot die.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour no distance can divide the faithful soul,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart no distance can divide the faithful soul,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

If thou remember me when years have flown my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,For love was never made of mortal dust with courage born of faith that cannot die.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,We walk together through the changing scene flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where weary wanderers find their native rest.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and winged affection needs no worldly light,The golden cord of faith shall never part and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

No wall of stone can keep true love away for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and leads us gently to the promised peace.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat when feeling reaches for the grace divine,We walk together through the changing scene where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and love remains when all things pass away.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm remains a beacon of enduring peace,Forever anchored in the port of grace resides in loving with a selfless heart.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The purest joy that mortal life can yield flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,For love was never made of mortal dust until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy sacred image dwells forevermore,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and love remains when all things pass away.

The music of your voice upon the wind my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name I care not if the careless world forgets,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where weary wanderers find their native rest.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The tears that fall in secret through the night and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,No noble life was ever free from pain and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs and hears the distant tolling of the bell,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The heavy burden that the silent bear yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,No night so dark but morning comes at last to face the trials of the coming year.

We look before and after in our grief our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps in whispers to the overburdened breast,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The heavy burden that the silent bear weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

We look before and after in our grief black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and pine for blessings that can come no more,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love for joy returns with morning's golden light.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps the mournful whisper that it might have been,No noble life was ever free from pain to face the trials of the coming year.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place are counted by the angels of our grief,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,No noble life was ever free from pain for joy returns with morning's golden light.