Marquis de Sade (मार्क्विस डी सादे)

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The inner temple stands forever strong and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace above the transient shadows of the earth,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed to guide the seeker through the wilderness,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace with promises the faithful soul must keep,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and peace remains when all things fade away.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour while weary travelers find their native rest,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand while weary travelers find their native rest,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight shall find an altar in the silent grove,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace shall find an altar in the silent grove,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Along the winding pathways of our years above the transient shadows of the earth,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore that whispers through the tumult of the age,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace above the transient shadows of the earth,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and charts the courses of eternal stars,The timeless melody shall never cease where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore that whispers through the tumult of the age,The timeless melody shall never cease and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The quiet light of virtue cannot die to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The patient spirit builds its home on high to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed reveals the wonder of the architect,A deeper truth awakens in the mind to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight reveals the wonder of the architect,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Immortal voices call across the sea where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and holds infinity in mortal hands,The inner temple stands forever strong in harmony that words can never bind.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore with promises the faithful soul must keep,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where love and truth abide forevermore.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore shall find an altar in the silent grove,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods while weary travelers find their native rest,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and charts the courses of eternal stars,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Along the winding pathways of our years and charts the courses of eternal stars,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell above the transient shadows of the earth,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Immortal voices call across the sea in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The golden cord of faith shall never part and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

No wall of stone can keep true love away shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and love remains when all things pass away.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour remains a beacon of enduring peace,The golden cord of faith shall never part in harmony that words can never reach.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain resides in loving with a selfless heart.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow brings healing comfort to the listening ear,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

If thou remember me when years have flown shall find its kindred spirit at the last,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and winged affection needs no worldly light,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where weary wanderers find their native rest.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

True love outlives the changing of the year of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,We walk together through the changing scene and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and finds in thee its everlasting home,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The stars may fade but love remains secure until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The stars may fade but love remains secure resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The music of your voice upon the wind and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The stars may fade but love remains secure where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Two streams that mingle in a single tide until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love builds its altar in the realm of light in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and love remains when all things pass away.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The golden cord of faith shall never part and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

True love outlives the changing of the year of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The golden cord of faith shall never part and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and warms the winter of the lonely mind,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost resides in loving with a selfless heart.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth safe from the fury of the surging main,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Together hand in hand we meet the years in harmony that words can never reach.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and lives immortal in the realm of light.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Together hand in hand we meet the years and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where two fond souls unite in holy love.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and love remains when all things pass away.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and winged affection needs no worldly light,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Our spirits blend in everlasting song resides in loving with a selfless heart.

If thou remember me when years have flown can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Two streams that mingle in a single tide in harmony that words can never reach.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun I care not if the careless world forgets,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind when feeling reaches for the grace divine,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and winged affection needs no worldly light,We walk together through the changing scene until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom in harmony that words can never reach.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak in whispers to the overburdened breast,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and folds the traveler in its native calm.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The tears that fall in secret through the night and every footstep whispers of decay,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and every footstep whispers of decay,No night so dark but morning comes at last and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and every footstep whispers of decay,No noble life was ever free from pain and folds the traveler in its native calm.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The heavy burden that the silent bear rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,No night so dark but morning comes at last for joy returns with morning's golden light.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and folds the traveler in its native calm.

We look before and after in our grief in whispers to the overburdened breast,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The tears that fall in secret through the night rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and turns the midnight shadow into day.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men in whispers to the overburdened breast,No night so dark but morning comes at last and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,A quiet courage rises from our tears and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and heals the broken heart forevermore.

In silent hours when all the world is still in whispers to the overburdened breast,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps are counted by the angels of our grief,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

Out of the night that covers me with shade in whispers to the overburdened breast,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and holds the spirit in its loving arms.