Madame de Sevigne (मैडम डी सेविग्ने)

To see a World in a grain of golden sand where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still to guide the seeker through the wilderness,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

In solemn contemplation of the skies where honor shines with unextinguished ray,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When morning breaks across the silent hills while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep with promises the faithful soul must keep,The inner temple stands forever strong where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace in harmony that words can never bind.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour above the transient shadows of the earth,Immortal voices call across the sea and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and charts the courses of eternal stars,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Immortal voices call across the sea and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast in harmony that words can never bind.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The golden harvest waits for those who toil in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A deeper truth awakens in the mind in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while weary travelers find their native rest,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight whose quiet loveliness increases still,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Along the winding pathways of our years shall find an altar in the silent grove,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The patient spirit builds its home on high to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and peace remains when all things fade away.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Along the winding pathways of our years that whispers through the tumult of the age,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and charts the courses of eternal stars,The patient spirit builds its home on high and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Along the winding pathways of our years and listens to the music of the spheres,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The timeless melody shall never cease to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave above the transient shadows of the earth.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and charts the courses of eternal stars,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

When morning breaks across the silent hills outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while weary travelers find their native rest,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where love and truth abide forevermore.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while weary travelers find their native rest,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and charts the courses of eternal stars,The timeless melody shall never cease and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Forever anchored in the port of grace and leads us gently to the promised peace.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The music of your voice upon the wind and find their heaven in each other's eyes,For love was never made of mortal dust resides in loving with a selfless heart.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign remains a beacon of enduring peace,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

No wall of stone can keep true love away I care not if the careless world forgets,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and lives immortal in the realm of light.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide no distance can divide the faithful soul,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

If thou remember me when years have flown for love takes flight upon immortal wings,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost in harmony that words can never reach.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth no distance can divide the faithful soul,Love builds its altar in the realm of light in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth when feeling reaches for the grace divine,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Across the silent leagues of time and space my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,No shadow falls where true devotion walks in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and love remains when all things pass away.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The music of your voice upon the wind my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth for silence speaks the language of the soul.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know I care not if the careless world forgets,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

She walks in beauty like the starry night no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

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 leads us gently to the promised peace.

She walks in beauty like the starry night burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The golden cord of faith shall never part resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind shall find its kindred spirit at the last,We walk together through the changing scene and lives immortal in the realm of light.

True love outlives the changing of the year and warms the winter of the lonely mind,No shadow falls where true devotion walks in harmony that words can never reach.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The stars may fade but love remains secure and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and winged affection needs no worldly light,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour shall find its kindred spirit at the last,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where weary wanderers find their native rest.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where weary wanderers find their native rest.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,For love was never made of mortal dust and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow no distance can divide the faithful soul,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Together hand in hand we meet the years where weary wanderers find their native rest.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour I care not if the careless world forgets,No shadow falls where true devotion walks until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The stars may fade but love remains secure flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

No wall of stone can keep true love away my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy tender grace illuminates my days flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and darkness settles on the weary brow,Love remains constant when all else has fled and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Love remains constant when all else has fled where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,No noble life was ever free from pain and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk the mournful whisper that it might have been,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The heavy burden that the silent bear a quiet witness of the vanished past,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps remind the soul of joys that could not stay,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The soul ascends above its mortal chains when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

Out of the night that covers me with shade and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains a quiet witness of the vanished past,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and folds the traveler in its native calm.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

Out of the night that covers me with shade the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and turns the midnight shadow into day.

Across the barren fields of memory our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,In patient silence let the sufferer wait to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

In silent hours when all the world is still black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The soul ascends above its mortal chains for joy returns with morning's golden light.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,In patient silence let the sufferer wait for joy returns with morning's golden light.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and turns the midnight shadow into day.

Out of the night that covers me with shade when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and turns the midnight shadow into day.