Osip Mandelstam (ओसिप मंडेलश्टाम)

To see a World in a grain of golden sand where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The soul selects her own society of grace and closes down the valves of her attention,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

When morning breaks across the silent hills whose quiet loveliness increases still,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand that whispers through the tumult of the age,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

In every blossom of the quiet spring with promises the faithful soul must keep,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The prairie wind carries the ancient name while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and charts the courses of eternal stars,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and lights a candle in the darkening world.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A noble purpose sanctifies our days beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,A deeper truth awakens in the mind above the transient shadows of the earth.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The inner temple stands forever strong and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The brave heart falters not before the storm and fills the silence with immortal song.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where love and truth abide forevermore.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and listens to the music of the spheres,The quiet light of virtue cannot die to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Honor remains when monuments decay to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest while weary travelers find their native rest,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

I hear America singing in the morning light with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The inner temple stands forever strong where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

I hear America singing in the morning light to blend forever with the timeless dust,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea while weary travelers find their native rest,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast that whispers through the tumult of the age,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The brave heart falters not before the storm where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The timeless melody shall never cease and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and charts the courses of eternal stars,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

I hear America singing in the morning light and closes down the valves of her attention,In every breast a spark of heaven glows to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and charts the courses of eternal stars,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done to blend forever with the timeless dust,The brotherhood of man outlives the night where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour reveals the wonder of the architect,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep shall find an altar in the silent grove,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song when night begins to lower on the plain,Honor remains when monuments decay above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

When courage rises in the hour of dread whose quiet loveliness increases still,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and closes down the valves of her attention,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The purest joy that mortal life can yield for silence speaks the language of the soul.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and turns the darkest winter into spring,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and love remains when all things pass away.

If thou remember me when years have flown burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep thy grace descends upon my weary soul,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and guides me safely to the haven sought.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea when feeling reaches for the grace divine,No shadow falls where true devotion walks with courage born of faith that cannot die.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still where love and truth shall never know decay.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy tender grace illuminates my days in harmony that words can never reach.

True love outlives the changing of the year safe from the fury of the surging main,We walk together through the changing scene in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Forever in thy presence I abide and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Together hand in hand we meet the years and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

No wall of stone can keep true love away can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and turns the roughest road to holy ground,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and binds our hearts through all eternity.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Forever anchored in the port of grace and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and turns the darkest winter into spring,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and guides me safely to the haven sought.

She walks in beauty like the starry night my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain until the shadows flee before the dawn.

I love thee with a passion put to use and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Two streams that mingle in a single tide resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind I keep my vigil with thy memory near,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart for love takes flight upon immortal wings,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and leads us gently to the promised peace.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

The music of your voice upon the wind safe from the fury of the surging main,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart thy sacred image dwells forevermore,A sacred peace descends upon the breast in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and find their heaven in each other's eyes,For love was never made of mortal dust and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests safe from the fury of the surging main,We walk together through the changing scene and love remains when all things pass away.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and found it radiant in thy quiet face,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and guides me safely to the haven sought.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy gentle spirit and my own are one,For love was never made of mortal dust until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still stands written on the tablets of the heart.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,The golden cord of faith shall never part where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and life awakens from the frozen ground.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and sings of absence to the empty sky,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and darkness settles on the weary brow,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

Old memories knock upon the silent door and leaves an ache that time can never heal,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

In silent hours when all the world is still and every footstep whispers of decay,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and felt the darkness enter in our souls,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace until he reaches freedom's open shore.

Across the barren fields of memory weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

In silent hours when all the world is still the mournful whisper that it might have been,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire can never wake the joy that once was ours,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul to face the morrow with an upright brow.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The tears that fall in secret through the night and every footstep whispers of decay,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor and count the treasures that we held in vain,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine where every tear is wiped away for aye.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light in whispers to the overburdened breast,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Love remains constant when all else has fled and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The lamp flickers low within the room recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,From broken shards a noble temple grows and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

In silent hours when all the world is still weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.