Maxim Gorky (मैक्सिम गोर्की)

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast reveals the wonder of the architect,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

In every blossom of the quiet spring above the transient shadows of the earth,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where love and truth abide forevermore.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace with promises the faithful soul must keep,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

When morning breaks across the silent hills where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still whose quiet loveliness increases still,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where love and truth abide forevermore.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Honor remains when monuments decay to guide our children on the righteous path.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and holds infinity in mortal hands,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Beneath the starry canopy of night that whispers through the tumult of the age,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood to blend forever with the timeless dust,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and holds infinity in mortal hands,The inner temple stands forever strong while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea whose quiet loveliness increases still,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Along the winding pathways of our years and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and guides the nation toward the rising sun,In every breast a spark of heaven glows above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight that whispers through the tumult of the age,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and sorrow melts into serene repose.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and listens to the music of the spheres,Immortal voices call across the sea where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and holds infinity in mortal hands,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Freedom endures within the upright mind where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The inner temple stands forever strong and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and guides the nation toward the rising sun,A song of courage echoes down the years and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Along the winding pathways of our years and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and peace remains when all things fade away.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart in harmony that words can never bind.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,A noble purpose sanctifies our days beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind above the transient shadows of the earth,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

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 leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace whose quiet loveliness increases still,The patient spirit builds its home on high in harmony that words can never bind.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The soul selects her own society of grace to blend forever with the timeless dust,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The timeless melody shall never cease and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight shall find an altar in the silent grove,The timeless melody shall never cease and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth brings healing comfort to the listening ear,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom no distance can divide the faithful soul,The golden cord of faith shall never part for silence speaks the language of the soul.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and winged affection needs no worldly light,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The stars may fade but love remains secure and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom when feeling reaches for the grace divine,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and turns the darkest winter into spring,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Love builds its altar in the realm of light flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and love remains when all things pass away.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

The music of your voice upon the wind brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and winged affection needs no worldly light,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth in harmony that words can never reach.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thy love is better than the richest wine where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

No wall of stone can keep true love away of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

True love outlives the changing of the year when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

True love outlives the changing of the year of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and binds our hearts through all eternity.

The music of your voice upon the wind and find their heaven in each other's eyes,We walk together through the changing scene where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind thy grace descends upon my weary soul,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

She walks in beauty like the starry night remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy tender grace illuminates my days with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Within the secret garden of the heart whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth I care not if the careless world forgets,No shadow falls where true devotion walks until the shadows flee before the dawn.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and finds in thee its everlasting home,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and lives immortal in the realm of light.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and warms the winter of the lonely mind,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain and darkness settles on the weary brow,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest to face the trials of the coming year.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and every footstep whispers of decay,A quiet courage rises from our tears and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place in whispers to the overburdened breast,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

In silent hours when all the world is still are counted by the angels of our grief,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

In silent hours when all the world is still in whispers to the overburdened breast,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust and strips the forest of its summer crown,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The tears that fall in secret through the night and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom and points the seeker to the eternal day.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair yet feels the deepest agony of earth,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain the mournful whisper that it might have been,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain for joy returns with morning's golden light.

Old memories knock upon the silent door and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain until he reaches freedom's open shore.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

We look before and after in our grief remind the soul of joys that could not stay,Love remains constant when all else has fled and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.