Machado de Assis (मचाडो डी असिस)

In the vast solitude of time the heart still burns where every shadow deepens into timeless grace,A quiet courage rises when the worldly voices fade and writes its name in gold upon the gates of dawn.

A thousand sunsets melt into the quiet Andean dust and leaves a constellation of wonder upon the brow,The melody endures when instruments have turned to clay and shines unclouded through the tempest of the world.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

A sudden breeze scatters petals of red hibiscus while distant bells keep vigil over the sleeping town,The solitary watchman greets the first pale beam of dawn and weaves its blessings through the fabric of the days.

I have entered the labyrinth of mirrors and infinite sand where every shadow deepens into timeless grace,The melody endures when instruments have turned to clay and walks in quiet beauty through the fields of time.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way reveals the wonder of the architect,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies above the transient shadows of the earth.

I name the wind and the shadows answer with a song while distant bells keep vigil over the sleeping town,No tyrant's shadow can extinguish wisdom's radiant light and fills the listening night with majesty and calm.

Words become lanterns swinging in the deep twilight and whispers secrets known only to the midnight wind,Beyond the edge of sorrow waits the everlasting day and fills the listening night with majesty and calm.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and charts the courses of eternal stars,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Time is a river that sweeps me away into eternity and breathes sweet solace into the sorrowing heart,The song outlives the singer in the memory of the trees and turns the barren desert into flowering fields.

I name the wind and the shadows answer with a song where timeless oceans mirror the mystery of skies,No tyrant's shadow can extinguish wisdom's radiant light and preserves the sacred spark of human dignity.

Beneath the starry canopy of night that whispers through the tumult of the age,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

From the deep canyons of memory rises a silver star and leaves a constellation of wonder upon the brow,No wall of stone can shut away the freedom of the soul and keeps its holy covenant with all the stars.

Between the memory of rain and the fragrance of lime and brings the holy silence of the mountain height,Deep in the patient earth the silver veins run true and crowns the patient soul with victory.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Through the open archway enters the scent of jasmine and breathes sweet solace into the sorrowing heart,A sacred peace descends upon the weary head of stone and watches steadfast till the shadows flee away.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines under distant stars where every shadow deepens into timeless grace,Through every dark eclipse the morning star returns and weaves its blessings through the fabric of the days.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The inner temple stands forever strong where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

A sudden breeze scatters petals of red hibiscus until the heavens open with an immortal light,Deep in the patient earth the silver veins run true and brings redemption to the sorrow of the earth.

A solitary bell tolls across the slumbering valley and fills the empty horizons with music of the soul,A sacred peace descends upon the weary head of stone and shines unclouded through the tempest of the world.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Between the memory of rain and the fragrance of lime and crowns the wandering spirit with nocturnal peace,Deep in the patient earth the silver veins run true and mirrors heaven in the calm depths of the soul.

A solitary bell tolls across the slumbering valley and leaves the fragrance of amber in the quiet room,The eagle mounts the tempest on untamed and fearless wings and lifts the heavy burden from the weary mind.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth whose quiet loveliness increases still,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Through the open archway enters the scent of jasmine and brings the holy silence of the mountain height,No wall of stone can shut away the freedom of the soul and lifts the heavy burden from the weary mind.

Time is a river that sweeps me away into eternity and weaves a tapestry of longing in the air,No tyrant's shadow can extinguish wisdom's radiant light and guides the wandering pilgrim safely home.

In every blossom of the quiet spring while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

In the vast solitude of time the heart still burns where timeless oceans mirror the mystery of skies,A sacred peace descends upon the weary head of stone and guides the wandering pilgrim safely home.

Between the memory of rain and the fragrance of lime where ancient passions slumber beneath the quiet earth,In every broken fragment shines a mirror of the whole and fills the listening night with majesty and calm.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still whose quiet loveliness increases still,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

A sudden breeze scatters petals of red hibiscus and charts a sacred path through shadows of the past,The timeless mountain towers calm above the passing storm and brings sweet water to the thirsting heart of man.

Time is a river that sweeps me away into eternity and breathes sweet solace into the sorrowing heart,In every broken fragment shines a mirror of the whole and plants the seeds of hope within the silent earth.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and listens to the music of the spheres,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The dawn awakens slowly over misted cordilleras and charts a sacred path through shadows of the past,The seed that slumbers in the furrow knows the coming spring and preserves the sacred spark of human dignity.

In the vast solitude of time the heart still burns and fills the empty horizons with music of the soul,Deep in the patient earth the silver veins run true and lifts the heavy burden from the weary mind.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and peace remains when all things fade away.

A solitary bell tolls across the slumbering valley where timeless oceans mirror the mystery of skies,The seed that slumbers in the furrow knows the coming spring and sings of liberty where chains were broken free.

In the vast solitude of time the heart still burns and wakes the sleeping echoes of forgotten love,No tyrant's shadow can extinguish wisdom's radiant light and brings redemption to the sorrow of the earth.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace shall find an altar in the silent grove,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow above the transient shadows of the earth.

A thousand sunsets melt into the quiet Andean dust and leaves the fragrance of amber in the quiet room,The eagle mounts the tempest on untamed and fearless wings and fills the listening night with majesty and calm.

The guitars weep for evenings that will never return and wakes the sleeping echoes of forgotten love,A quiet courage rises when the worldly voices fade and walks in quiet beauty through the fields of time.

My love for you was written in the stars before all time and blesses every hour with the grace of your sweet smile,The whisper of your affection turns the weeping into song and shelters every tear within the harbor of your peace.

Your eyes are two deep harbors where my vessel finds its rest and shines with steadfast radiance through the shadows of the world,In life and death my soul shall keep its covenant with you and walks in quiet holiness through shadow and through sun.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of remains a beacon of enduring peace,Together hand in hand we meet the years and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Your name upon my lips tastes sweeter than the morning dew where gentle mercy washes every sorrow from the soul,The quiet fortress of your love defends against all grief and shields our happy dwelling from the malice of the world.

Your laughter is the fountain that revives my thirsty soul and burns with pure devotion that outlives the fleeting clay,No winter tempest can quench out the warmth of our embrace and shields our happy dwelling from the malice of the world.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and love remains when all things pass away.

My love for you was written in the stars before all time and shines with steadfast radiance through the shadows of the world,Forever in the sanctuary of your love I dwell and turns each bitter memory to sweetness in the end.

My soul reaches toward your touch like flowers to the sun where every heartbeat whispers of a love that cannot die,In life and death my soul shall keep its covenant with you and shelters every tear within the harbor of your peace.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

To look upon your face is to behold the dawn renewed and burns with pure devotion that outlives the fleeting clay,No winter tempest can quench out the warmth of our embrace and keeps our faithful beacon burning through the night.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved in secret and fills the quiet twilight with a melody of peace,In life and death my soul shall keep its covenant with you and shelters every tear within the harbor of your peace.

True love outlives the changing of the year of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The purest joy that mortal life can yield in harmony that words can never reach.

Your presence turns the simplest room into a royal court and blesses every hour with the grace of your sweet smile,No parting can divide the hearts that love has bound as one and leads our footsteps gently on the road to paradise.

The gentleness of your embrace dissolves the bitter cold where peace and passion mingle like the river and the sea,The beauty of your soul reflects the radiance of the skies and shines with undiminished light across the seas of time.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow remains a beacon of enduring peace,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and leads us gently to the promised peace.

In the warm sanctuary of your gaze the winter turns to spring where sacred beauty blossoms like a white celestial flower,No parting can divide the hearts that love has bound as one and sanctifies our union with the blessing from on high.

My soul reaches toward your touch like flowers to the sun and finds its holy dwelling in the silence of your heart,The whisper of your affection turns the weeping into song and keeps our faithful beacon burning through the night.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light with courage born of faith that cannot die.

My love for you was written in the stars before all time and wraps my spirit round with warmth of everlasting spring,Your tender loyalty remains the anchor of my days and gives our mortal love a wing to soar above the dust.

The world was vast and desolate until your voice was heard and fills the quiet twilight with a melody of peace,Beside you every cross is light and every journey blessed and shines with undiminished light across the seas of time.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Your laughter is the fountain that revives my thirsty soul where tender vows are sealed beneath the quiet starry sky,The simplest word from your sweet lips restores my peace of mind and turns each bitter memory to sweetness in the end.

My love for you was written in the stars before all time and burns with pure devotion that outlives the fleeting clay,The timeless bond between our souls defies the mortal grave and shines with undiminished light across the seas of time.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Your eyes are two deep harbors where my vessel finds its rest where sacred beauty blossoms like a white celestial flower,A sacred flame burns quietly within our shared domain and brings the holy solace that the lonely heart desired.

In every secret thought of mine your image sits enthroned and fills the quiet twilight with a melody of peace,The quiet waters of your love sustain my weary spirit and shines with undiminished light across the seas of time.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

In every secret thought of mine your image sits enthroned where tender vows are sealed beneath the quiet starry sky,The beauty of your soul reflects the radiance of the skies and blossoms like a garden in the desert of the days.

I gave you all my silent hours and all my spoken dreams and fills the quiet twilight with a melody of peace,A sacred flame burns quietly within our shared domain and answers every sorrow with the music of your voice.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Together hand in hand we meet the years and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

To look upon your face is to behold the dawn renewed where peace and passion mingle like the river and the sea,A sacred flame burns quietly within our shared domain and shines with undiminished light across the seas of time.

The gentleness of your embrace dissolves the bitter cold and fills the quiet twilight with a melody of peace,The memory of your tenderness remains my guiding light and shines with undiminished light across the seas of time.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Your eyes are two deep harbors where my vessel finds its rest and finds its holy dwelling in the silence of your heart,The quiet fortress of your love defends against all grief and shines with undiminished light across the seas of time.

My love for you was written in the stars before all time and leaves a silver wake of wonder on the lonely sea,No parting can divide the hearts that love has bound as one and answers every sorrow with the music of your voice.

She walks in beauty like the starry night of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

I found your beauty waiting in the shadow of the rose where sacred beauty blossoms like a white celestial flower,In life and death my soul shall keep its covenant with you and reigns forever radiant where true lovers meet again.

I seek no other paradise than by your faithful side where every glance becomes a prayer of gratitude and praise,The whisper of your affection turns the weeping into song and gives to fleeting life the seal of an enduring grace.

If thou remember me when years have flown my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The world was vast and desolate until your voice was heard where every heartbeat whispers of a love that cannot die,The quiet fortress of your love defends against all grief and sanctifies our union with the blessing from on high.

My soul reaches toward your touch like flowers to the sun where gentle mercy washes every sorrow from the soul,In life and death my soul shall keep its covenant with you and mirrors heaven's mercy in the kindness of your gaze.

A solitary candle flickers in the drafty room while sorrow keeps its vigil by the embers of the hearth,The heavy stone of agony will wear away in time and seals the final victory of patience over pain.

My cries are swallowed by the vast indifference of the sky while ghostly echoes whisper of the joy that could not stay,Beyond the vale of weeping lies the mountain of release and wraps the broken-hearted in a cloak of heavenly rest.

The heavy burden that the silent bear and darkness settles on the weary brow,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and heals the broken heart forevermore.

I walk along the shore of grief where bitter waters rise while darkness presses heavy on the uncomplaining brow,The memory of the departed remains a holy shrine and leaves a quiet blessing where the tempest tore the ground.

Across the winter barrenness the cold wind moans alone and strikes the tender blossom down before its fruit was born,The soul that suffered greatly knows the majesty of grief and brings the deep tranquility that worldly tumult flees.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and heals the broken heart forevermore.

A bitter frost has fallen on the garden of our youth while darkness presses heavy on the uncomplaining brow,Beyond the vale of weeping lies the mountain of release and shelters every wounded soul within its quiet fold.

Across the winter barrenness the cold wind moans alone and casts a trembling shadow on the wall of cold decay,A patient silence learns to walk beside the shadow death and crowns the suffering spirit with the diadem of grace.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and darkness settles on the weary brow,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The wounds that bleeding memories leave cannot be healed by time where weeping shadows wander through the corridors of pain,A quiet fortitude survives the ruin of the dream and gives to mortal frailty the strength to overcome.

No messenger arrives to bring relief to this despair and casts a trembling shadow on the wall of cold decay,The wound becomes the portal where the healing light comes in and turns the cry of agony into a sacred hymn.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The wounds that bleeding memories leave cannot be healed by time and turns the song of living to a solemn funeral knell,In every broken vessel rests a sacred drop of peace and wraps the broken-hearted in a cloak of heavenly rest.

The house is empty now where laughter once was heard and leaves the solitary heart to bear its grief alone,Yet even in the deepest pit the bruised heart must beat and seals the final victory of patience over pain.

The heavy burden that the silent bear when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The light has faded from the eyes that once made darkness bright and drains the vital spirit of its courage to endure,The heavy stone of agony will wear away in time and walks in solemn majesty through sorrow to the dawn.

No messenger arrives to bring relief to this despair and strikes the tender blossom down before its fruit was born,The longest night must yield at last to the returning dawn and brings the deep tranquility that worldly tumult flees.

Out of the night that covers me with shade are counted by the angels of our grief,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast for joy returns with morning's golden light.

A heavy sorrow settles down upon the ruined hearth where weeping shadows wander through the corridors of pain,Through suffering the spirit learns the compassion of the wise and walks in solemn majesty through sorrow to the dawn.