Octavio Paz (ऑक्टेवियो पाज़)

We walked through streets paved with echoes of forgotten songs where ancient passions slumber beneath the quiet earth,A single spark of noble truth can set the night ablaze and writes its name in gold upon the gates of dawn.

Words become lanterns swinging in the deep twilight and breathes sweet solace into the sorrowing heart,The truth remains unaltered through the shifting tides of time and writes its name in gold upon the gates of dawn.

Along the winding pathways of our years and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Immortal voices call across the sea and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The ocean breathes its eternal rhythm upon the shore where ancient passions slumber beneath the quiet earth,Deep in the patient earth the silver veins run true and weaves its blessings through the fabric of the days.

I name the wind and the shadows answer with a song and whispers secrets known only to the midnight wind,The seed that slumbers in the furrow knows the coming spring and finds its dwelling in the eternal home of grace.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace reveals the wonder of the architect,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Through the open archway enters the scent of jasmine where dreams and waking walk hand in hand together,A single spark of noble truth can set the night ablaze and leaves a legacy of light that never fades.

We walked through streets paved with echoes of forgotten songs and wakes the sleeping echoes of forgotten love,No wall of stone can shut away the freedom of the soul and brings redemption to the sorrow of the earth.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Beneath the southern cross our destiny was carved and charts a sacred path through shadows of the past,Deep in the patient earth the silver veins run true and preserves the sacred spark of human dignity.

From the deep canyons of memory rises a silver star while faithful stars keep watch across the tranquil sea,The seed that slumbers in the furrow knows the coming spring and finds its dwelling in the eternal home of grace.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul with promises the faithful soul must keep,The golden harvest waits for those who toil while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines under distant stars and wakes the sleeping echoes of forgotten love,The ancient road leads onward though the travelers depart and fills the listening night with majesty and calm.

Through the open archway enters the scent of jasmine while faithful stars keep watch across the tranquil sea,No tyrant's shadow can extinguish wisdom's radiant light and lifts the heavy burden from the weary mind.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall above the transient shadows of the earth.

The yellow butterfly flutters through the silent courtyard and leaves a constellation of wonder upon the brow,The seed that slumbers in the furrow knows the coming spring and writes its name in gold upon the gates of dawn.

Words become lanterns swinging in the deep twilight and weaves a tapestry of longing in the air,No wall of stone can shut away the freedom of the soul and finds its dwelling in the eternal home of grace.

When morning breaks across the silent hills above the transient shadows of the earth,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

A sudden breeze scatters petals of red hibiscus and weaves a tapestry of longing in the air,The ancient road leads onward though the travelers depart and writes its name in gold upon the gates of dawn.

I have entered the labyrinth of mirrors and infinite sand where every shadow deepens into timeless grace,The silent forest guards the spring of everlasting youth and shines unclouded through the tempest of the world.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and holds infinity in mortal hands,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

I have entered the labyrinth of mirrors and infinite sand while faithful stars keep watch across the tranquil sea,The truth remains unaltered through the shifting tides of time and brings sweet water to the thirsting heart of man.

A solitary bell tolls across the slumbering valley until the heavens open with an immortal light,Across the silent pampas rides the spirit of the free and watches steadfast till the shadows flee away.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The timeless melody shall never cease above the transient shadows of the earth.

The ocean breathes its eternal rhythm upon the shore and leaves a constellation of wonder upon the brow,The solitary watchman greets the first pale beam of dawn and preserves the sacred spark of human dignity.

In the vast solitude of time the heart still burns and leaves a constellation of wonder upon the brow,True greatness leaves its footprints in the kindness of the hand and lifts the heavy burden from the weary mind.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour above the transient shadows of the earth,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The yellow butterfly flutters through the silent courtyard where dreams and waking walk hand in hand together,The ancient road leads onward though the travelers depart and finds its dwelling in the eternal home of grace.

The yellow butterfly flutters through the silent courtyard while faithful stars keep watch across the tranquil sea,No tyrant's shadow can extinguish wisdom's radiant light and mirrors heaven in the calm depths of the soul.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Immortal voices call across the sea and peace remains when all things fade away.

In the vast solitude of time the heart still burns while faithful stars keep watch across the tranquil sea,The solitary watchman greets the first pale beam of dawn and watches steadfast till the shadows flee away.

I name the wind and the shadows answer with a song and crowns the wandering spirit with nocturnal peace,Beyond the edge of sorrow waits the everlasting day and brings sweet water to the thirsting heart of man.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The dawn awakens slowly over misted cordilleras where every shadow deepens into timeless grace,Beyond the edge of sorrow waits the everlasting day and brings sweet water to the thirsting heart of man.

In the vast solitude of time the heart still burns and turns the weary journey into sacred song,The ancient road leads onward though the travelers depart and guides the wandering pilgrim safely home.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,A deeper truth awakens in the mind to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The dawn awakens slowly over misted cordilleras until the heavens open with an immortal light,Across the silent pampas rides the spirit of the free and fills the listening night with majesty and calm.

Words become lanterns swinging in the deep twilight where every shadow deepens into timeless grace,The timeless mountain towers calm above the passing storm and plants the seeds of hope within the silent earth.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and charts the courses of eternal stars,The patient spirit builds its home on high above the transient shadows of the earth.

We walked through streets paved with echoes of forgotten songs and turns the weary journey into sacred song,Beyond the edge of sorrow waits the everlasting day and walks in quiet beauty through the fields of time.

Words become lanterns swinging in the deep twilight and crowns the wandering spirit with nocturnal peace,True greatness leaves its footprints in the kindness of the hand and watches steadfast till the shadows flee away.

Your eyes are two deep harbors where my vessel finds its rest and turns the darkest pathway into radiant realms of light,Forever in the sanctuary of your love I dwell and answers every sorrow with the music of your voice.

Your laughter is the fountain that revives my thirsty soul and shines with steadfast radiance through the shadows of the world,Through every change of season your devotion holds me fast and holds our fragile bark secure amid the surging tide.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour I care not if the careless world forgets,The stars may fade but love remains secure flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Between your breathing and my own there is a single song and guards the sacred covenant of two united souls,Forever in the sanctuary of your love I dwell and gives to fleeting life the seal of an enduring grace.

I seek no other paradise than by your faithful side and burns with pure devotion that outlives the fleeting clay,Through every change of season your devotion holds me fast and shields our happy dwelling from the malice of the world.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

I gave you all my silent hours and all my spoken dreams and finds in your communion all the peace it ever sought,The simplest word from your sweet lips restores my peace of mind and brings the holy solace that the lonely heart desired.

My love for you was written in the stars before all time and wraps my spirit round with warmth of everlasting spring,The simplest word from your sweet lips restores my peace of mind and sanctifies our union with the blessing from on high.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea safe from the fury of the surging main,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Between your breathing and my own there is a single song and burns with pure devotion that outlives the fleeting clay,In life and death my soul shall keep its covenant with you and plants eternal roses where the thorns of grief had grown.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved in secret where every glance becomes a prayer of gratitude and praise,The whisper of your affection turns the weeping into song and gives to fleeting life the seal of an enduring grace.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy tender grace illuminates my days with courage born of faith that cannot die.

The world was vast and desolate until your voice was heard where tender vows are sealed beneath the quiet starry sky,I see your likeness mirrored in the morning star above and shines with undiminished light across the seas of time.

When your hand touches mine the worldly tumult fades away where tender vows are sealed beneath the quiet starry sky,The simplest word from your sweet lips restores my peace of mind and fills each passing moment with a sweet and sacred joy.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and winged affection needs no worldly light,In sweet communion soul with soul converses for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Your eyes are two deep harbors where my vessel finds its rest where time itself stands motionless before your lovely eyes,Beside you every cross is light and every journey blessed and mirrors heaven's mercy in the kindness of your gaze.

Across all distances and years my heart remembers you where gentle mercy washes every sorrow from the soul,In life and death my soul shall keep its covenant with you and shines with undiminished light across the seas of time.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Together hand in hand we meet the years and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

When your hand touches mine the worldly tumult fades away and crowns the waking spirit with a joy beyond all words,The simplest word from your sweet lips restores my peace of mind and walks in quiet holiness through shadow and through sun.

I found your beauty waiting in the shadow of the rose where every glance becomes a prayer of gratitude and praise,In your true faith my troubled soul has found its holy home and leaves a fragrant blessing on the thresholds of the heart.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Together hand in hand we meet the years with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Your name upon my lips tastes sweeter than the morning dew and fills the quiet twilight with a melody of peace,To walk beside you on this earth is blessedness enough and leads our footsteps gently on the road to paradise.

My soul reaches toward your touch like flowers to the sun and finds in your communion all the peace it ever sought,To walk beside you on this earth is blessedness enough and shields our happy dwelling from the malice of the world.

The music of your voice upon the wind and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade resides in loving with a selfless heart.

When your hand touches mine the worldly tumult fades away where every glance becomes a prayer of gratitude and praise,Forever in the sanctuary of your love I dwell and shields our happy dwelling from the malice of the world.

Your presence turns the simplest room into a royal court and finds its holy dwelling in the silence of your heart,Through every change of season your devotion holds me fast and crowns our earthly journey with immortal tenderness.

In every secret thought of mine your image sits enthroned and lifts my mortal longing to the threshold of the skies,In life and death my soul shall keep its covenant with you and shines with undiminished light across the seas of time.

I seek no other paradise than by your faithful side and lifts my mortal longing to the threshold of the skies,The memory of your tenderness remains my guiding light and walks in quiet holiness through shadow and through sun.

Across the silent leagues of time and space remains a beacon of enduring peace,The golden cord of faith shall never part where weary wanderers find their native rest.

In the warm sanctuary of your gaze the winter turns to spring and finds its holy dwelling in the silence of your heart,Our spirits blend like colors at the closing of the day and keeps our faithful beacon burning through the night.

The world was vast and desolate until your voice was heard where gentle mercy washes every sorrow from the soul,Forever in the sanctuary of your love I dwell and turns each bitter memory to sweetness in the end.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The fragrance of your hair clings softly to the evening wind where every glance becomes a prayer of gratitude and praise,Beside you every cross is light and every journey blessed and gives our mortal love a wing to soar above the dust.

To look upon your face is to behold the dawn renewed and blesses every hour with the grace of your sweet smile,Your gentle hands bring healing to the deepest hidden pain and reigns forever radiant where true lovers meet again.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and love remains when all things pass away.

Your eyes are two deep harbors where my vessel finds its rest and turns the darkest pathway into radiant realms of light,No winter tempest can quench out the warmth of our embrace and mirrors heaven's mercy in the kindness of your gaze.

To look upon your face is to behold the dawn renewed and crowns the waking spirit with a joy beyond all words,Our spirits blend like colors at the closing of the day and turns each bitter memory to sweetness in the end.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy tender grace illuminates my days in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Your eyes are two deep harbors where my vessel finds its rest and crowns the waking spirit with a joy beyond all words,The beauty of your soul reflects the radiance of the skies and blossoms like a garden in the desert of the days.

You walked into my life like moonlight on a tranquil lake and blesses every hour with the grace of your sweet smile,In life and death my soul shall keep its covenant with you and sanctifies our union with the blessing from on high.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

The light has faded from the eyes that once made darkness bright and mocks the hollow silence with the memory of your voice,The pilgrim takes his staff again though weary and alone and leads the weary wanderer toward the haven of his rest.

A heavy sorrow settles down upon the ruined hearth and mocks the hollow silence with the memory of your voice,Yet even in the deepest pit the bruised heart must beat and brings the holy patience that outlives the bitter storm.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar are counted by the angels of our grief,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The night is cold and pitiless without a single star while desolation settles on the threshold of the home,In every broken vessel rests a sacred drop of peace and lights a quiet beacon on the far eternal shore.

My cries are swallowed by the vast indifference of the sky where weeping shadows wander through the corridors of pain,The tempest expends its fury and the quiet sea returns and crowns the suffering spirit with the diadem of grace.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair the mournful whisper that it might have been,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

An ache of longing presses on the sorrow-stricken chest while sorrow keeps its vigil by the embers of the hearth,Yet even in the deepest pit the bruised heart must beat and whispers consolation when all earthly voices fail.

No messenger arrives to bring relief to this despair and leaves the solitary heart to bear its grief alone,From ashes of bereavement grows a solemn, deeper grace and leaves a quiet blessing where the tempest tore the ground.

Out of the night that covers me with shade and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The night is cold and pitiless without a single star where withered leaves are driven by the unrelenting gale,The wound becomes the portal where the healing light comes in and leads the faithful heart across the boundary of fear.

I walk along the shore of grief where bitter waters rise and drains the vital spirit of its courage to endure,The darkness cannot conquer what was consecrated true and finds at last its resting place in everlasting calm.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream remind the soul of joys that could not stay,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The tears that fall in secret make no sound upon the floor where weeping shadows wander through the corridors of pain,The memory of the departed remains a holy shrine and wipes away the bitter tears with gentle hands of peace.

The light has faded from the eyes that once made darkness bright and leaves the weary pilgrim in the desert of his grief,The tempest expends its fury and the quiet sea returns and teaches human tenderness through suffering endured.

Across the barren fields of memory to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

Across the winter barrenness the cold wind moans alone while sorrow keeps its vigil by the embers of the hearth,Yet even in the deepest pit the bruised heart must beat and leaves a quiet blessing where the tempest tore the ground.

A heavy sorrow settles down upon the ruined hearth and strikes the tender blossom down before its fruit was born,Beyond the vale of weeping lies the mountain of release and wipes away the bitter tears with gentle hands of peace.

In silent hours when all the world is still when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

No messenger arrives to bring relief to this despair while ghostly echoes whisper of the joy that could not stay,The longest night must yield at last to the returning dawn and leaves a quiet blessing where the tempest tore the ground.