Luís de Camões (लुईस दे कामोएस)

The sacred spark that burns within the breast to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song when night begins to lower on the plain,A song of courage echoes down the years and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The golden harvest waits for honest hands where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul shall find an altar in the silent grove,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea shall find an altar in the silent grove,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 to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire above the transient shadows of the earth.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while weary travelers find their native rest,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind to blend forever with the timeless dust,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand that whispers through the tumult of the age,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The quiet light of virtue cannot die to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The soul selects her own society of grace and looks on harbor and city silent still,Honor remains when monuments decay and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and charts the courses of eternal stars,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight shall find an altar in the silent grove,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Under the wide and starry American sky and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and fills the silence with immortal song.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell whose quiet loveliness increases still,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and peace descends upon the troubled heart,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind shall find an altar in the silent grove,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Honor remains when monuments decay and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Immortal voices call across the sea to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The brave heart falters not before the storm and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep while weary travelers find their native rest,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and peace remains when all things fade away.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Let America be America again in truth life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

When morning breaks across the silent hills with promises the faithful soul must keep,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Immortal voices call across the sea and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and finds in thee its everlasting home,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and leads us gently to the promised peace.

No wall of stone can keep true love away shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Two streams that mingle in a single tide resides in loving with a selfless heart.

True love outlives the changing of the year dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,We walk together through the changing scene where weary wanderers find their native rest.

The music of your voice upon the wind and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

True love outlives the changing of the year burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun safe from the fury of the surging main,We walk together through the changing scene until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and warms the winter of the lonely mind,We walk together through the changing scene for silence speaks the language of the soul.

True love outlives the changing of the year burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where weary wanderers find their native rest.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun safe from the fury of the surging main,Together hand in hand we meet the years and lives immortal in the realm of light.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests I care not if the careless world forgets,The golden cord of faith shall never part and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Within the secret garden of the heart until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and guides me safely to the haven sought.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow safe from the fury of the surging main,Together hand in hand we meet the years until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

She walks in beauty like the starry night for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The stars may fade but love remains secure and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

She walks in beauty like the starry night when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Together hand in hand we meet the years and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow thy sacred image dwells forevermore,A sacred peace descends upon the breast in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and turns the roughest road to holy ground,No mortal parting can undo our bond and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

The music of your voice upon the wind and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,For love was never made of mortal dust for silence speaks the language of the soul.

True love outlives the changing of the year and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The purest joy that mortal life can yield flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Across the silent leagues of time and space no distance can divide the faithful soul,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where two fond souls unite in holy love.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men a quiet witness of the vanished past,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

Old memories knock upon the silent door as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Love remains constant when all else has fled and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

Across the barren fields of memory and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The tears that fall in secret through the night our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,A quiet courage rises from our tears beside the waters of unchanging peace.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and strips the forest of its summer crown,The aching soul shall find its native rest and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,In patient silence let the sufferer wait to bless the lives of others in their need.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain to face the trials of the coming year.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground and ask for shelter they can never find,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace and fills the spirit with immortal love.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled lies broken on the cold and silent stone,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The tears that fall in secret through the night yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love to bless the lives of others in their need.

We look before and after in our grief rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The lamp flickers low within the room beneath the silent burden of our tears,The aching soul shall find its native rest and fills the spirit with immortal love.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night to bless the lives of others in their need.

The heavy burden that the silent bear our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and finds its refuge in the peace of God.