Longus (लोंगस)

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace while weary travelers find their native rest,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and peace remains when all things fade away.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where love and truth abide forevermore.

The guitars weep for evenings that will never return and leaves the fragrance of amber in the quiet room,True greatness leaves its footprints in the kindness of the hand and finds its dwelling in the eternal home of grace.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The golden harvest waits for those who toil beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell above the transient shadows of the earth,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

A solitary bell tolls across the slumbering valley and charts a sacred path through shadows of the past,The solitary watchman greets the first pale beam of dawn and preserves the sacred spark of human dignity.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The golden harvest waits for those who toil to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Along the winding pathways of our years where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

From the deep canyons of memory rises a silver star and leaves the fragrance of amber in the quiet room,A quiet courage rises when the worldly voices fade and guides the wandering pilgrim safely home.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea shall find an altar in the silent grove,Immortal voices call across the sea where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

From the deep canyons of memory rises a silver star and wakes the sleeping echoes of forgotten love,The seed that slumbers in the furrow knows the coming spring and writes its name in gold upon the gates of dawn.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The timeless melody shall never cease to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief in harmony that words can never bind.

From the deep canyons of memory rises a silver star and crowns the wandering spirit with nocturnal peace,The melody endures when instruments have turned to clay and guides the wandering pilgrim safely home.

In solemn contemplation of the skies that whispers through the tumult of the age,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell whose quiet loveliness increases still,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The old stone fountain whispers legends of the night and charts a sacred path through shadows of the past,A single spark of noble truth can set the night ablaze and preserves the sacred spark of human dignity.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods while weary travelers find their native rest,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

We walked through streets paved with echoes of forgotten songs where every shadow deepens into timeless grace,Through every dark eclipse the morning star returns and preserves the sacred spark of human dignity.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and holds infinity in mortal hands,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years in harmony that words can never bind.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

A thousand sunsets melt into the quiet Andean dust 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.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Beneath the southern cross our destiny was carved and leaves the fragrance of amber in the quiet room,Through every dark eclipse the morning star returns and walks in quiet beauty through the fields of time.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and peace remains when all things fade away.

Along the winding pathways of our years where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Immortal voices call across the sea and peace remains when all things fade away.

The dawn awakens slowly over misted cordilleras where every shadow deepens into timeless grace,The timeless mountain towers calm above the passing storm and finds its dwelling in the eternal home of grace.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore above the transient shadows of the earth,Immortal voices call across the sea and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and holds infinity in mortal hands,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

I have entered the labyrinth of mirrors and infinite sand and weaves a tapestry of longing in the air,True greatness leaves its footprints in the kindness of the hand and guides the wandering pilgrim safely home.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The golden harvest waits for those who toil to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand above the transient shadows of the earth.

A sudden breeze scatters petals of red hibiscus and turns the weary journey into sacred song,In every broken fragment shines a mirror of the whole and guides the wandering pilgrim safely home.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where love and truth abide forevermore.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The guitars weep for evenings that will never return and brings the holy silence of the mountain height,A quiet courage rises when the worldly voices fade and turns the barren desert into flowering fields.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,We walk together through the changing scene and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

To look upon your face is to behold the dawn renewed and turns the darkest pathway into radiant realms of light,Forever in the sanctuary of your love I dwell and keeps our faithful beacon burning through the night.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and leads us gently to the promised peace.

I gave you all my silent hours and all my spoken dreams and guards the sacred covenant of two united souls,To walk beside you on this earth is blessedness enough and leaves a fragrant blessing on the thresholds of the heart.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Two streams that mingle in a single tide with courage born of faith that cannot die.

No wall of stone can keep true love away safe from the fury of the surging main,Love builds its altar in the realm of light in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

My love for you was written in the stars before all time where time itself stands motionless before your lovely eyes,The timeless bond between our souls defies the mortal grave and keeps our faithful beacon burning through the night.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Across the silent leagues of time and space I care not if the careless world forgets,For love was never made of mortal dust until the shadows flee before the dawn.

I gave you all my silent hours and all my spoken dreams where tender vows are sealed beneath the quiet starry sky,The simplest word from your sweet lips restores my peace of mind and holds our fragile bark secure amid the surging tide.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The golden cord of faith shall never part and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

If thou remember me when years have flown for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Your laughter is the fountain that revives my thirsty soul where tender vows are sealed beneath the quiet starry sky,The quiet fortress of your love defends against all grief and plants eternal roses where the thorns of grief had grown.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and warms the winter of the lonely mind,In sweet communion soul with soul converses flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and lives immortal in the realm of light.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved in secret where every glance becomes a prayer of gratitude and praise,To walk beside you on this earth is blessedness enough and crowns our earthly journey with immortal tenderness.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Forever anchored in the port of grace and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

The fragrance of your hair clings softly to the evening wind and turns the darkest pathway into radiant realms of light,Through every change of season your devotion holds me fast and shelters every tear within the harbor of your peace.

If thou remember me when years have flown for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign no distance can divide the faithful soul,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and love remains when all things pass away.

Your presence turns the simplest room into a royal court and turns the darkest pathway into radiant realms of light,No winter tempest can quench out the warmth of our embrace and turns each bitter memory to sweetness in the end.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,We walk together through the changing scene until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The world was vast and desolate until your voice was heard and blesses every hour with the grace of your sweet smile,Your gentle hands bring healing to the deepest hidden pain and shines with undiminished light across the seas of time.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

True love outlives the changing of the year can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and leads us gently to the promised peace.

In every secret thought of mine your image sits enthroned and blesses every hour with the grace of your sweet smile,The beauty of your soul reflects the radiance of the skies and blossoms like a garden in the desert of the days.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and lives immortal in the realm of light.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The purest joy that mortal life can yield with courage born of faith that cannot die.

To look upon your face is to behold the dawn renewed and guards the sacred covenant of two united souls,The beauty of your soul reflects the radiance of the skies and reigns forever radiant where true lovers meet again.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and winged affection needs no worldly light,In sweet communion soul with soul converses with courage born of faith that cannot die.

The fragrance of your hair clings softly to the evening wind and lifts my mortal longing to the threshold of the skies,Beside you every cross is light and every journey blessed and keeps our faithful beacon burning through the night.

The music of your voice upon the wind burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The golden cord of faith shall never part and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom I care not if the careless world forgets,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

The fragrance of your hair clings softly to the evening wind and guards the sacred covenant of two united souls,To walk beside you on this earth is blessedness enough and plants eternal roses where the thorns of grief had grown.

If thou remember me when years have flown when feeling reaches for the grace divine,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Two streams that mingle in a single tide resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The gentleness of your embrace dissolves the bitter cold and pledges faith until the mountains crumble into dust,The simplest word from your sweet lips restores my peace of mind and fills each passing moment with a sweet and sacred joy.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs the mournful whisper that it might have been,Love remains constant when all else has fled when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

I walk along the shore of grief where bitter waters rise where timeless slumber blankets every mortal tear and sigh,The tempest expends its fury and the quiet sea returns and leaves a quiet blessing where the tempest tore the ground.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist the wandering footsteps find no resting place,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,A tender angel watches o'er our grief to face the trials of the coming year.

The tears that fall in secret make no sound upon the floor and drains the vital spirit of its courage to endure,Yet even in the deepest pit the bruised heart must beat and leads the weary wanderer toward the haven of his rest.

Out of the night that covers me with shade when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The light has faded from the eyes that once made darkness bright while sorrow keeps its vigil by the embers of the hearth,The wound becomes the portal where the healing light comes in and lights a quiet beacon on the far eternal shore.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The silent cemetery keeps its watch beneath the pines and mocks the hollow silence with the memory of your voice,The wound becomes the portal where the healing light comes in and turns the cry of agony into a sacred hymn.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain a quiet witness of the vanished past,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

We look before and after in our grief the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

My cries are swallowed by the vast indifference of the sky while lonely vigils lengthen through the terror of the night,The memory of the departed remains a holy shrine and seals the final victory of patience over pain.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

A phantom shadow sits beside the cold and empty chair and drowns the fragile vessel in the tempest of despair,The memory of the departed remains a holy shrine and brings the deep tranquility that worldly tumult flees.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Love remains constant when all else has fled to face the trials of the coming year.