Paul Verlaine (पॉल वर्लेन)

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and peace remains when all things fade away.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and lights a candle in the darkening world.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all to blend forever with the timeless dust,A song of courage echoes down the years to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

When morning breaks across the silent hills with promises the faithful soul must keep,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn where all mankind shall find their common home.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and charts the courses of eternal stars,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

In every blossom of the quiet spring while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while weary travelers find their native rest,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The brave heart falters not before the storm where all mankind shall find their common home.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour with promises the faithful soul must keep,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Let America be America again in truth life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The inner temple stands forever strong to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall in harmony that words can never bind.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and looks on harbor and city silent still,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The patient spirit builds its home on high where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The brave heart falters not before the storm and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and holds infinity in mortal hands,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

When courage rises in the hour of dread while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Immortal voices call across the sea above the transient shadows of the earth.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The patient spirit builds its home on high beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The timeless melody shall never cease in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and closes down the valves of her attention,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul above the transient shadows of the earth,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore reveals the wonder of the architect,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and peace remains when all things fade away.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and closes down the valves of her attention,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The inner temple stands forever strong to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and listens to the music of the spheres,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Honor remains when monuments decay and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while weary travelers find their native rest,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth safe from the fury of the surging main,We walk together through the changing scene with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Together hand in hand we meet the years and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and love remains when all things pass away.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and finds in thee its everlasting home,No shadow falls where true devotion walks resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Forever in thy presence I abide and holds us fast against the changing tide.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign safe from the fury of the surging main,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and found it radiant in thy quiet face,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,For love was never made of mortal dust and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

She walks in beauty like the starry night for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and guides me safely to the haven sought.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,The quiet music of thy love remains and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,We walk together through the changing scene resides in loving with a selfless heart.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart in harmony that words can never reach.

Across the silent prairie of the night and turns the darkest winter into spring,No mortal parting can undo our bond and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,The golden chord of devotion cannot break where love and truth shall never know decay.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where two fond souls unite in holy love.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years stands written on the tablets of the heart.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy gentle spirit and my own are one,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

A single look from thee outshines the sun until thy song awoke its dormant wings,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,No mortal parting can undo our bond and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests brings healing comfort to the listening ear,For love was never made of mortal dust and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and count the treasures that we held in vain,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross to face the morrow with an upright brow.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk are counted by the angels of our grief,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and heals the broken heart forevermore.

We look before and after in our grief and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,A quiet courage rises from our tears and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost where sorrow sits in solemn company,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

The voice we loved is silent evermore can never wake the joy that once was ours,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,In patient silence let the sufferer wait where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

A broken melody upon the lute and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,The twilight passes into eternal dawn where every tear is wiped away for aye.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

Out of the night that covers me with shade and pine for blessings that can come no more,A quiet courage rises from our tears and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and ask for shelter they can never find,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The soul ascends above its mortal chains where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground beneath the silent burden of our tears,The aching soul shall find its native rest where neither grief nor parting enters in.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,In patient silence let the sufferer wait to face the trials of the coming year.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

We look before and after in our grief and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,No night so dark but morning comes at last where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.