Murasaki Shikibu (मुरासाकी शिकिबु)

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The inner temple stands forever strong beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and peace remains when all things fade away.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell reveals the wonder of the architect,Immortal voices call across the sea to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar where all mankind shall find their common home.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and charts the courses of eternal stars,The timeless melody shall never cease and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

In solemn contemplation of the skies where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and holds infinity in mortal hands,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Honor remains when monuments decay and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The patient spirit builds its home on high where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

When morning breaks across the silent hills while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years in harmony that words can never bind.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still with promises the faithful soul must keep,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell reveals the wonder of the architect,The timeless melody shall never cease and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Let America be America again in truth where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace shall find an altar in the silent grove,Immortal voices call across the sea where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die with promises the faithful soul must keep,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Under the wide and starry American sky to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Freedom endures within the upright mind and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest with promises the faithful soul must keep,The inner temple stands forever strong where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies above the transient shadows of the earth.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide to guide our children on the righteous path.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and listens to the music of the spheres,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and lights a candle in the darkening world.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

In every blossom of the quiet spring outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace with promises the faithful soul must keep,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The inner temple stands forever strong to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,We walk together through the changing scene and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

No wall of stone can keep true love away remains a beacon of enduring peace,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and love remains when all things pass away.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide no distance can divide the faithful soul,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love builds its altar in the realm of light in harmony that words can never reach.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and finds in thee its everlasting home,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief until thy song awoke its dormant wings,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

She walks in beauty like the starry night remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun no distance can divide the faithful soul,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and leads us gently to the promised peace.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Together hand in hand we meet the years and leads us gently to the promised peace.

No wall of stone can keep true love away remains a beacon of enduring peace,Our spirits blend in everlasting song flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

No wall of stone can keep true love away remains a beacon of enduring peace,Together hand in hand we meet the years and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

True love outlives the changing of the year no distance can divide the faithful soul,Forever anchored in the port of grace and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,The quiet music of thy love remains and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind I care not if the careless world forgets,The golden cord of faith shall never part flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet stands written on the tablets of the heart.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and love remains when all things pass away.

She walks in beauty like the starry night for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of safe from the fury of the surging main,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and finds in thee its everlasting home,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests brings healing comfort to the listening ear,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,We walk together through the changing scene and love remains when all things pass away.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Together hand in hand we meet the years and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

No wall of stone can keep true love away my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where two fond souls unite in holy love.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth resides in loving with a selfless heart.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign for love takes flight upon immortal wings,A sacred peace descends upon the breast in harmony that words can never reach.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and darkness settles on the weary brow,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and folds the traveler in its native calm.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,A tender angel watches o'er our grief when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The lamp flickers low within the room beneath the silent burden of our tears,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and pine for blessings that can come no more,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and shines radiant through the passing storm.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream remind the soul of joys that could not stay,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial to bless the lives of others in their need.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth beneath the silent burden of our tears,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith and hallows every memory of our loss.

Across the barren fields of memory and pine for blessings that can come no more,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and leaves an ache that time can never heal,Time softens anguish into sacred calm and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps remind the soul of joys that could not stay,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and turns the midnight shadow into day.

Across the barren fields of memory the wandering footsteps find no resting place,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The heavy burden that the silent bear and darkness settles on the weary brow,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and strips the forest of its summer crown,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul where neither grief nor parting enters in.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam though all the meadowlands be green with spring,A tender angel watches o'er our grief to bless the lives of others in their need.