Mihai Eminescu (मिहाई एमिनेस्कु)

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The inner temple stands forever strong and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and charts the courses of eternal stars,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast that whispers through the tumult of the age,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight reveals the wonder of the architect,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Immortal voices call across the sea and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast while weary travelers find their native rest,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind whose quiet loveliness increases still,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and sorrow melts into serene repose.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and listens to the music of the spheres,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The golden harvest waits for those who toil to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind while weary travelers find their native rest,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Along the winding pathways of our years and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night in harmony that words can never bind.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Beneath the starry canopy of night with promises the faithful soul must keep,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years above the transient shadows of the earth.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way that whispers through the tumult of the age,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and charts the courses of eternal stars,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Beneath the starry canopy of night while weary travelers find their native rest,Immortal voices call across the sea and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The golden harvest waits for those who toil to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and peace remains when all things fade away.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and peace remains when all things fade away.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The timeless melody shall never cease and sorrow melts into serene repose.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Immortal voices call across the sea and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

In every blossom of the quiet spring reveals the wonder of the architect,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where love and truth abide forevermore.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

In solemn contemplation of the skies while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

In solemn contemplation of the skies while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,A deeper truth awakens in the mind to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and charts the courses of eternal stars,The patient spirit builds its home on high and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while weary travelers find their native rest,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and charts the courses of eternal stars,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace while weary travelers find their native rest,The inner temple stands forever strong and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand whose quiet loveliness increases still,The patient spirit builds its home on high and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way with promises the faithful soul must keep,Immortal voices call across the sea and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom I care not if the careless world forgets,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,We walk together through the changing scene and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

She walks in beauty like the starry night remains a beacon of enduring peace,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where weary wanderers find their native rest.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and finds in thee its everlasting home,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The golden cord of faith shall never part and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun no distance can divide the faithful soul,The stars may fade but love remains secure where weary wanderers find their native rest.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of safe from the fury of the surging main,Together hand in hand we meet the years and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade in harmony that words can never reach.

If thou remember me when years have flown and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The golden cord of faith shall never part resides in loving with a selfless heart.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Together hand in hand we meet the years for silence speaks the language of the soul.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign for love takes flight upon immortal wings,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and love remains when all things pass away.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and lives immortal in the realm of light.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and leads us gently to the promised peace.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and love remains when all things pass away.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Our spirits blend in everlasting song in harmony that words can never reach.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and find their heaven in each other's eyes,For love was never made of mortal dust and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and finds in thee its everlasting home,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom in harmony that words can never reach.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Our spirits blend in everlasting song resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in harmony that words can never reach.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and finds in thee its everlasting home,The purest joy that mortal life can yield for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

She walks in beauty like the starry night of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and lives immortal in the realm of light.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The golden cord of faith shall never part where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and winged affection needs no worldly light,For love was never made of mortal dust until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests safe from the fury of the surging main,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The stars may fade but love remains secure and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,We walk together through the changing scene in harmony that words can never reach.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place yet feels the deepest agony of earth,No noble life was ever free from pain and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The heavy burden that the silent bear and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial for joy returns with morning's golden light.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray to bless the lives of others in their need.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled lies broken on the cold and silent stone,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast beside the waters of unchanging peace.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and darkness settles on the weary brow,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

In silent hours when all the world is still and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled are counted by the angels of our grief,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and life awakens from the frozen ground.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,A quiet courage rises from our tears to bless the lives of others in their need.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The soul ascends above its mortal chains to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The heavy burden that the silent bear are counted by the angels of our grief,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and shines radiant through the passing storm.