Lope de Vega (लोपे दे वेगा)

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul whose quiet loveliness increases still,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The brave heart falters not before the storm where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods while weary travelers find their native rest,The golden harvest waits for those who toil above the transient shadows of the earth.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell that whispers through the tumult of the age,Immortal voices call across the sea where love and truth abide forevermore.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and charts the courses of eternal stars,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold to blend forever with the timeless dust,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,A song of courage echoes down the years and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and holds infinity in mortal hands,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth shall find an altar in the silent grove,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace above the transient shadows of the earth.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and charts the courses of eternal stars,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth to blend forever with the timeless dust,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell whose quiet loveliness increases still,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The quiet light of virtue cannot die above the transient shadows of the earth.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The golden harvest waits for those who toil above the transient shadows of the earth.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth to blend forever with the timeless dust,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and lights a candle in the darkening world.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and listens to the music of the spheres,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and listens to the music of the spheres,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd to blend forever with the timeless dust,The prairie wind carries the ancient name above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Immortal voices call across the sea in harmony that words can never bind.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where love and truth abide forevermore.

The soul selects her own society of grace and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The quiet light of virtue cannot die to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Freedom endures within the upright mind and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The timeless melody shall never cease where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still above the transient shadows of the earth,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Honor remains when monuments decay and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea shall find an altar in the silent grove,The patient spirit builds its home on high and peace remains when all things fade away.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and peace remains when all things fade away.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Together hand in hand we meet the years flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn when feeling reaches for the grace divine,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife with courage born of faith that cannot die.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Forever in thy presence I abide and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and love remains when all things pass away.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and winged affection needs no worldly light,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The purest joy that mortal life can yield in harmony that words can never reach.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom thy grace descends upon my weary soul,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea for love takes flight upon immortal wings,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Forever anchored in the port of grace where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,For love was never made of mortal dust and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost in harmony that words can never reach.

Within the secret garden of the heart where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Our spirits blend in everlasting song resides in loving with a selfless heart.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy sacred image dwells forevermore,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and turns the roughest road to holy ground,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

No wall of stone can keep true love away can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Across the silent leagues of time and space when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and love remains when all things pass away.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Forever in thy presence I abide and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom remains a beacon of enduring peace,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Together hand in hand we meet the years for silence speaks the language of the soul.

She walks in beauty like the starry night no distance can divide the faithful soul,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

True love outlives the changing of the year safe from the fury of the surging main,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep I keep my vigil with thy memory near,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth no distance can divide the faithful soul,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

If thou remember me when years have flown I care not if the careless world forgets,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Forever in thy presence I abide and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy gentle spirit and my own are one,We walk together through the changing scene and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The golden cord of faith shall never part where two fond souls unite in holy love.

True love outlives the changing of the year and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Across the silent prairie of the night and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart no distance can divide the faithful soul,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know brings healing comfort to the listening ear,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled the mournful whisper that it might have been,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light in whispers to the overburdened breast,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and leaves an ache that time can never heal,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

Across the barren fields of memory our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and darkness settles on the weary brow,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost beneath the silent burden of our tears,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith to face the morrow with an upright brow.

We look before and after in our grief when twilight deepens on the mountain road,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,In patient silence let the sufferer wait for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound the mournful whisper that it might have been,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace to face the trials of the coming year.

The ship sailed outward never to return recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,The night is long but morning must return until he reaches freedom's open shore.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair remind the soul of joys that could not stay,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and life awakens from the frozen ground.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough where sorrow sits in solemn company,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace and find in solitude its quiet strength.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled remind the soul of joys that could not stay,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The ship sailed outward never to return and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,From broken shards a noble temple grows and find in solitude its quiet strength.

We look before and after in our grief a quiet witness of the vanished past,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint when earthly shadows flee forevermore.