Mahavira (भगवान महावीर)

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest with promises the faithful soul must keep,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and peace remains when all things fade away.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and holds infinity in mortal hands,The inner temple stands forever strong beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind when night begins to lower on the plain,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and lights a candle in the darkening world.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Immortal voices call across the sea and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace that whispers through the tumult of the age,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Let America be America again in truth and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,A golden morning breaks upon the hill where all mankind shall find their common home.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while weary travelers find their native rest,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Immortal voices call across the sea to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and looks on harbor and city silent still,The brave heart falters not before the storm and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Immortal voices call across the sea above the transient shadows of the earth.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes in harmony that words can never bind.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind above the transient shadows of the earth,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,A song of courage echoes down the years and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave above the transient shadows of the earth.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Freedom endures within the upright mind where all mankind shall find their common home.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

When morning breaks across the silent hills outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and looks on harbor and city silent still,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and fills the silence with immortal song.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and charts the courses of eternal stars,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart in harmony that words can never bind.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and peace remains when all things fade away.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Freedom endures within the upright mind and fills the silence with immortal song.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The golden harvest waits for those who toil to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods that whispers through the tumult of the age,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and listens to the music of the spheres,The quiet light of virtue cannot die above the transient shadows of the earth.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea while weary travelers find their native rest,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

I hear America singing in the morning light and guides the nation toward the rising sun,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The timeless melody shall never cease above the transient shadows of the earth.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The timeless melody shall never cease and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and fills the silence with immortal song.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and listens to the music of the spheres,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and winged affection needs no worldly light,We walk together through the changing scene and love remains when all things pass away.

She walks in beauty like the starry night brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy for silence speaks the language of the soul.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife resides in loving with a selfless heart.

If thou remember me when years have flown and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Together hand in hand we meet the years and lives immortal in the realm of light.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and winged affection needs no worldly light,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,In sweet communion soul with soul converses in harmony that words can never reach.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek thy grace descends upon my weary soul,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom no distance can divide the faithful soul,The stars may fade but love remains secure with courage born of faith that cannot die.

No wall of stone can keep true love away remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where weary wanderers find their native rest.

The music of your voice upon the wind shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide I care not if the careless world forgets,We walk together through the changing scene and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn I care not if the careless world forgets,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy love is better than the richest wine I call thy name into the listening air,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Love builds its altar in the realm of light flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea brings healing comfort to the listening ear,For love was never made of mortal dust and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth no distance can divide the faithful soul,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The golden cord of faith shall never part in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Our spirits blend in everlasting song with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Across the silent prairie of the night I call thy name into the listening air,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy gentle spirit and my own are one,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

If thou remember me when years have flown and find their heaven in each other's eyes,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign shall find its kindred spirit at the last,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

No distance can divide two kindred souls I keep my vigil with thy memory near,No mortal parting can undo our bond and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The golden cord of faith shall never part in harmony that words can never reach.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and find their heaven in each other's eyes,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where weary wanderers find their native rest.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and warms the winter of the lonely mind,We walk together through the changing scene and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound are counted by the angels of our grief,Love remains constant when all else has fled and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl remind the soul of joys that could not stay,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust beneath the silent burden of our tears,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

We look before and after in our grief yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone in whispers to the overburdened breast,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

A broken melody upon the lute and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and find in solitude its quiet strength.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The tears that fall in secret through the night and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Love remains constant when all else has fled and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth can never wake the joy that once was ours,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart where neither grief nor parting enters in.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and pine for blessings that can come no more,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and heals the broken heart forevermore.

Across the barren fields of memory rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith until he reaches freedom's open shore.

Out of the night that covers me with shade though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring to face the trials of the coming year.