Leo Tolstoy (लेव तोलस्तोय)

The light that shines upon the mountain crest above the transient shadows of the earth,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Along the winding pathways of our years and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where love and truth abide forevermore.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way above the transient shadows of the earth,The patient spirit builds its home on high and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast where honor shines with unextinguished ray,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and walked with silence through the sacred grove,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Along the winding pathways of our years whose quiet loveliness increases still,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and listens to the music of the spheres,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Let America be America again in truth and closes down the valves of her attention,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light to guide our children on the righteous path.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul with promises the faithful soul must keep,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Let America be America again in truth where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,A golden morning breaks upon the hill where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour with promises the faithful soul must keep,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The soul selects her own society of grace and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

When morning breaks across the silent hills to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Along the winding pathways of our years and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind when night begins to lower on the plain,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore whose quiet loveliness increases still,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and charts the courses of eternal stars,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and listens to the music of the spheres,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years above the transient shadows of the earth.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The golden harvest waits for honest hands where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore that whispers through the tumult of the age,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and peace remains when all things fade away.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul whose quiet loveliness increases still,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and sorrow melts into serene repose.

I hear America singing in the morning light with music drawn from ancient waves of time,In every breast a spark of heaven glows where all mankind shall find their common home.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore that whispers through the tumult of the age,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn with promises the faithful soul must keep,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Immortal voices call across the sea in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth to guide the seeker through the wilderness,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul with promises the faithful soul must keep,The inner temple stands forever strong and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

In solemn contemplation of the skies where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

When morning breaks across the silent hills where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The inner temple stands forever strong and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

If thou remember me when years have flown when feeling reaches for the grace divine,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The music of your voice upon the wind no distance can divide the faithful soul,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Within the secret garden of the heart that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and finds in thee its everlasting home,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and turns the darkest winter into spring,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind safe from the fury of the surging main,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Forever anchored in the port of grace flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Thy constancy outshines the evening star stands written on the tablets of the heart.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and leads us gently to the promised peace.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

If thou remember me when years have flown and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name remains a beacon of enduring peace,We walk together through the changing scene flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide no distance can divide the faithful soul,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and love remains when all things pass away.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Together hand in hand we meet the years and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and warms the winter of the lonely mind,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,The quiet music of thy love remains stands written on the tablets of the heart.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The purest joy that mortal life can yield until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know I call thy name into the listening air,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and lives immortal in the realm of light.

True love outlives the changing of the year and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy tender grace illuminates my days in harmony that words can never reach.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and turns the darkest winter into spring,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm shall find its kindred spirit at the last,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,In sweet communion soul with soul converses until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Forever in thy presence I abide and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know no distance can divide the faithful soul,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height no distance can divide the faithful soul,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Within the secret garden of the heart where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Together hand in hand we meet the years and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,In sweet communion soul with soul converses in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The heavy burden that the silent bear when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The ship sailed outward never to return to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The tears that fall in secret through the night lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and felt the darkness enter in our souls,No human hand can wipe those tears away and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

In silent hours when all the world is still our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream the mournful whisper that it might have been,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,The quiet grave receives our weary dust where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,No night so dark but morning comes at last and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl and pine for blessings that can come no more,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and felt the darkness enter in our souls,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace to face the morrow with an upright brow.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream in whispers to the overburdened breast,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain and every footstep whispers of decay,No night so dark but morning comes at last and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire can never wake the joy that once was ours,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

In silent hours when all the world is still in whispers to the overburdened breast,No night so dark but morning comes at last and life awakens from the frozen ground.