Kurt Vonnegut (कर्ट वोनेगुट)

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart above the transient shadows of the earth.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and closes down the valves of her attention,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and listens to the music of the spheres,The timeless melody shall never cease and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn to blend forever with the timeless dust,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The brotherhood of man outlives the night to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while weary travelers find their native rest,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind when night begins to lower on the plain,Freedom endures within the upright mind where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The brave heart falters not before the storm and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and listens to the music of the spheres,Immortal voices call across the sea and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The river carries our hopes toward the deep where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Freedom endures within the upright mind where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea whose quiet loveliness increases still,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and guides the nation toward the rising sun,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and lights a candle in the darkening world.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and listens to the music of the spheres,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and peace remains when all things fade away.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The soul selects her own society of grace and closes down the valves of her attention,The golden harvest waits for honest hands where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Beneath the starry canopy of night that whispers through the tumult of the age,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,In every breast a spark of heaven glows where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

I hear America singing in the morning light with music drawn from ancient waves of time,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The inner temple stands forever strong to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Under the wide and starry American sky while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,In every breast a spark of heaven glows where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Freedom endures within the upright mind while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and listens to the music of the spheres,The patient spirit builds its home on high and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The golden harvest waits for honest hands above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep that whispers through the tumult of the age,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The brave heart falters not before the storm and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour that whispers through the tumult of the age,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

The soul selects her own society of grace and looks on harbor and city silent still,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and fills the silence with immortal song.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief in harmony that words can never bind.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done to blend forever with the timeless dust,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and lights a candle in the darkening world.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and holds infinity in mortal hands,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die to blend forever with the timeless dust,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and fills the silence with immortal song.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace with promises the faithful soul must keep,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

A single look from thee outshines the sun until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy gentle spirit and my own are one,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy constancy outshines the evening star stands written on the tablets of the heart.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Love builds its altar in the realm of light until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,In every beat my heart repeats thy name where love and truth shall never know decay.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests safe from the fury of the surging main,The stars may fade but love remains secure where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

No distance can divide two kindred souls burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Together we shall meet the rising dawn where love and truth shall never know decay.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Within the secret garden of the heart thy grace descends upon my weary soul,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and turns the darkest winter into spring,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

True love outlives the changing of the year of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The stars may fade but love remains secure and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Thy love is better than the richest wine whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Thy love is better than the richest wine whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Forever anchored in the port of grace and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Forever in thy presence I abide and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Our spirits blend in everlasting song in harmony that words can never reach.

I love thee with a passion put to use when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,No mortal parting can undo our bond and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and turns the roughest road to holy ground,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Forever in thy presence I abide and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart no distance can divide the faithful soul,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where weary wanderers find their native rest.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and fills my being with a sacred warmth,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and turns the darkest winter into spring,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and holds us fast against the changing tide.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and binds our hearts through all eternity.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and ask for shelter they can never find,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and sings of absence to the empty sky,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and hallows every memory of our loss.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame yet feels the deepest agony of earth,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye to face the trials of the coming year.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire beneath the silent burden of our tears,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine where neither grief nor parting enters in.

The lamp flickers low within the room while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,No human hand can wipe those tears away and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast for joy returns with morning's golden light.

Old memories knock upon the silent door and ask for shelter they can never find,The quiet grave receives our weary dust until he reaches freedom's open shore.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost where sorrow sits in solemn company,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,Love remains constant when all else has fled and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head can never wake the joy that once was ours,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace until he reaches freedom's open shore.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and ask for shelter they can never find,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The voice we loved is silent evermore while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,No winter tempest lasts forevermore to face the morrow with an upright brow.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist in whispers to the overburdened breast,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth beneath the silent burden of our tears,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain are counted by the angels of our grief,Love remains constant when all else has fled to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The ship sailed outward never to return to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,Time softens anguish into sacred calm and hallows every memory of our loss.