Laozi (लाओत्से)

When courage rises in the hour of dread where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The timeless melody shall never cease in harmony that words can never bind.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand while weary travelers find their native rest,The patient spirit builds its home on high and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and lights a candle in the darkening world.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep shall find an altar in the silent grove,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

When morning breaks across the silent hills whose quiet loveliness increases still,The patient spirit builds its home on high while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth shall find an altar in the silent grove,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

When morning breaks across the silent hills while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Along the winding pathways of our years and holds infinity in mortal hands,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where love and truth abide forevermore.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Along the winding pathways of our years and listens to the music of the spheres,The inner temple stands forever strong and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and marks the turning of the wheel of time,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell above the transient shadows of the earth,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and listens to the music of the spheres,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The soul selects her own society of grace to blend forever with the timeless dust,The prairie wind carries the ancient name where all mankind shall find their common home.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Immortal voices call across the sea while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

In solemn contemplation of the skies outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while weary travelers find their native rest,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and peace remains when all things fade away.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild to guide our children on the righteous path.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour above the transient shadows of the earth,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes above the transient shadows of the earth.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The brave heart falters not before the storm and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and listens to the music of the spheres,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and peace remains when all things fade away.

Beneath the starry canopy of night that whispers through the tumult of the age,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and holds infinity in mortal hands,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The brotherhood of man outlives the night to guide our children on the righteous path.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand above the transient shadows of the earth,The timeless melody shall never cease and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell whose quiet loveliness increases still,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where love and truth abide forevermore.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn to blend forever with the timeless dust,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where love and truth abide forevermore.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where love and truth abide forevermore.

When morning breaks across the silent hills to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Freedom endures within the upright mind and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand with promises the faithful soul must keep,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

The music of your voice upon the wind my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

If thou remember me when years have flown brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The stars may fade but love remains secure where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests when feeling reaches for the grace divine,A sacred peace descends upon the breast for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,We walk together through the changing scene and love remains when all things pass away.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and turns the darkest winter into spring,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea safe from the fury of the surging main,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

No wall of stone can keep true love away remains a beacon of enduring peace,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Thy love is better than the richest wine burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,The stars may fade but love remains secure and love remains when all things pass away.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and leads us gently to the promised peace.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy tender grace illuminates my days with courage born of faith that cannot die.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The stars may fade but love remains secure where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Forever anchored in the port of grace and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

No distance can divide two kindred souls thy grace descends upon my weary soul,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Our spirits blend in everlasting song for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and warms the winter of the lonely mind,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and turns the darkest winter into spring,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth brings healing comfort to the listening ear,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The purest joy that mortal life can yield with courage born of faith that cannot die.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,A sacred peace descends upon the breast in harmony that words can never reach.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind I keep my vigil with thy memory near,No mortal parting can undo our bond and binds our hearts through all eternity.

If thou remember me when years have flown and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom I care not if the careless world forgets,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The soul ascends above its mortal chains to bless the lives of others in their need.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain and darkness settles on the weary brow,No noble life was ever free from pain and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain to face the morrow with an upright brow.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The soul ascends above its mortal chains for joy returns with morning's golden light.

Across the barren fields of memory and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and strips the forest of its summer crown,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and darkness settles on the weary brow,No night so dark but morning comes at last and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs in whispers to the overburdened breast,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

In silent hours when all the world is still to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Love remains constant when all else has fled and turns the midnight shadow into day.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and felt the darkness enter in our souls,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame remind the soul of joys that could not stay,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The heavy burden that the silent bear and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.