Mikhail Bulgakov (मिखाइल बुल्गाकोव)

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where love and truth abide forevermore.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet with promises the faithful soul must keep,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

In every blossom of the quiet spring while weary travelers find their native rest,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Immortal voices call across the sea in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and looks on harbor and city silent still,The brotherhood of man outlives the night where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The timeless melody shall never cease and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace whose quiet loveliness increases still,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and charts the courses of eternal stars,Immortal voices call across the sea where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Under the wide and starry American sky and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

When courage rises in the hour of dread while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and holds infinity in mortal hands,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The soul selects her own society of grace to blend forever with the timeless dust,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Beneath the starry canopy of night shall find an altar in the silent grove,A deeper truth awakens in the mind while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight whose quiet loveliness increases still,The quiet light of virtue cannot die in harmony that words can never bind.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace with promises the faithful soul must keep,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Immortal voices call across the sea in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Along the winding pathways of our years and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while weary travelers find their native rest,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Freedom endures within the upright mind to guide our children on the righteous path.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The patient spirit builds its home on high and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

When courage rises in the hour of dread while weary travelers find their native rest,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn to blend forever with the timeless dust,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The timeless melody shall never cease and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Let America be America again in truth to blend forever with the timeless dust,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and charts the courses of eternal stars,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and fills the silence with immortal song.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall above the transient shadows of the earth.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The inner temple stands forever strong where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and finds in thee its everlasting home,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Across the silent leagues of time and space I care not if the careless world forgets,For love was never made of mortal dust for silence speaks the language of the soul.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and turns the roughest road to holy ground,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and lives immortal in the realm of light.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Love builds its altar in the realm of light in harmony that words can never reach.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and find their heaven in each other's eyes,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

If thou remember me when years have flown and finds in thee its everlasting home,We walk together through the changing scene in harmony that words can never reach.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and finds in thee its everlasting home,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade in harmony that words can never reach.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea until thy song awoke its dormant wings,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and holds us fast against the changing tide.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and turns the roughest road to holy ground,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth brings healing comfort to the listening ear,We walk together through the changing scene and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Together hand in hand we meet the years where weary wanderers find their native rest.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,No mortal parting can undo our bond stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,For love was never made of mortal dust with courage born of faith that cannot die.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and turns the roughest road to holy ground,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still where love and truth shall never know decay.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know for love takes flight upon immortal wings,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where weary wanderers find their native rest.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind thy grace descends upon my weary soul,No mortal parting can undo our bond and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour safe from the fury of the surging main,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and love remains when all things pass away.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and turns the darkest winter into spring,The quiet music of thy love remains and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth until the shadows flee before the dawn.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,For love was never made of mortal dust where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Across the silent leagues of time and space my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The stars may fade but love remains secure and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and found it radiant in thy quiet face,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and holds us fast against the changing tide.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea brings healing comfort to the listening ear,For love was never made of mortal dust and lives immortal in the realm of light.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn remains a beacon of enduring peace,The golden cord of faith shall never part and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

I love thee with a passion put to use and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and winged affection needs no worldly light,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth with courage born of faith that cannot die.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men a quiet witness of the vanished past,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove where sorrow sits in solemn company,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last and find in solitude its quiet strength.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and every footstep whispers of decay,No noble life was ever free from pain and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

In silent hours when all the world is still to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

The heavy burden that the silent bear rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,No noble life was ever free from pain where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

Across the barren fields of memory a quiet witness of the vanished past,No night so dark but morning comes at last where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,The quiet grave receives our weary dust to face the morrow with an upright brow.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Love remains constant when all else has fled and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The lamp flickers low within the room and felt the darkness enter in our souls,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The soul ascends above its mortal chains until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and every footstep whispers of decay,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,In patient silence let the sufferer wait beside the waters of unchanging peace.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

We walk through ruins of our former joy where sorrow sits in solemn company,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine and find in solitude its quiet strength.

Out of the night that covers me with shade and darkness settles on the weary brow,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.