Nikolai Gogol (निकोलाई गोगोल)

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,A deeper truth awakens in the mind to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still with promises the faithful soul must keep,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour above the transient shadows of the earth,Immortal voices call across the sea and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth above the transient shadows of the earth,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The golden harvest waits for honest hands while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Along the winding pathways of our years and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and listens to the music of the spheres,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Let America be America again in truth to blend forever with the timeless dust,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and listens to the music of the spheres,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore shall find an altar in the silent grove,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where love and truth abide forevermore.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep shall find an altar in the silent grove,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Under the wide and starry American sky and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth shall find an altar in the silent grove,The inner temple stands forever strong where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Immortal voices call across the sea in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and lights a candle in the darkening world.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand whose quiet loveliness increases still,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

I hear America singing in the morning light and closes down the valves of her attention,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king where all mankind shall find their common home.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore reveals the wonder of the architect,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night above the transient shadows of the earth.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea reveals the wonder of the architect,The inner temple stands forever strong where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and closes down the valves of her attention,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and peace remains when all things fade away.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore reveals the wonder of the architect,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown above the transient shadows of the earth.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where love and truth abide forevermore.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed with promises the faithful soul must keep,The inner temple stands forever strong and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Honor remains when monuments decay where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,A deeper truth awakens in the mind to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while weary travelers find their native rest,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

When courage rises in the hour of dread above the transient shadows of the earth,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The patient spirit builds its home on high where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The music of your voice upon the wind my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and turns the darkest winter into spring,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and finds in thee its everlasting home,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 shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and love remains when all things pass away.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light until the shadows flee before the dawn.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and winged affection needs no worldly light,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and finds in thee its everlasting home,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The golden cord of faith shall never part in harmony that words can never reach.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets thy grace descends upon my weary soul,No mortal parting can undo our bond and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Forever anchored in the port of grace and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where weary wanderers find their native rest.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife in harmony that words can never reach.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Our spirits blend in everlasting song for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf I keep my vigil with thy memory near,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

She walks in beauty like the starry night can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

I love thee with a passion put to use and turns the darkest winter into spring,Thy constancy outshines the evening star where love and truth shall never know decay.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife in harmony that words can never reach.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

If thou remember me when years have flown and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and warms the winter of the lonely mind,For love was never made of mortal dust and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind until thy song awoke its dormant wings,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy sacred image dwells forevermore,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost in harmony that words can never reach.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek I call thy name into the listening air,No mortal parting can undo our bond and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests no distance can divide the faithful soul,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests remains a beacon of enduring peace,The golden cord of faith shall never part where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of safe from the fury of the surging main,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where two fond souls unite in holy love.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Forever in thy presence I abide and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

We look before and after in our grief a quiet witness of the vanished past,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The lamp flickers low within the room and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,The twilight passes into eternal dawn above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and every footstep whispers of decay,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain the mournful whisper that it might have been,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,No winter tempest lasts forevermore and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

Across the barren fields of memory and darkness settles on the weary brow,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost where sorrow sits in solemn company,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace where neither grief nor parting enters in.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief to face the trials of the coming year.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain are known to heaven though the world be blind,The quiet grave receives our weary dust where neither grief nor parting enters in.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl and every footstep whispers of decay,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,The night is long but morning must return and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and turns the midnight shadow into day.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and felt the darkness enter in our souls,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and rises stronger from the bed of pain.