Petrarch (पेट्रार्क)

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way that whispers through the tumult of the age,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace where honor shines with unextinguished ray,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still when night begins to lower on the plain,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and lights a candle in the darkening world.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The timeless melody shall never cease to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The quiet light of virtue cannot die in harmony that words can never bind.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul that whispers through the tumult of the age,Immortal voices call across the sea and peace remains when all things fade away.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and looks on harbor and city silent still,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and fills the silence with immortal song.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The quiet light of virtue cannot die to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

In solemn contemplation of the skies while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The golden harvest waits for honest hands to guide our children on the righteous path.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and peace remains when all things fade away.

I hear America singing in the morning light where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and fills the silence with immortal song.

In every blossom of the quiet spring where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Along the winding pathways of our years and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The quiet light of virtue cannot die above the transient shadows of the earth.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and scatters radiance on the waking dew,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave above the transient shadows of the earth.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The river carries our hopes toward the deep to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep above the transient shadows of the earth,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years above the transient shadows of the earth.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and closes down the valves of her attention,The brave heart falters not before the storm and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and peace remains when all things fade away.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and peace descends upon the troubled heart,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and looks on harbor and city silent still,A song of courage echoes down the years above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done to blend forever with the timeless dust,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

When courage rises in the hour of dread shall find an altar in the silent grove,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years above the transient shadows of the earth.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and lights a candle in the darkening world.

When courage rises in the hour of dread whose quiet loveliness increases still,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The timeless melody shall never cease while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

When courage rises in the hour of dread with promises the faithful soul must keep,The patient spirit builds its home on high and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Immortal voices call across the sea where love and truth abide forevermore.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat remains a beacon of enduring peace,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart when feeling reaches for the grace divine,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky where love and truth shall never know decay.

The music of your voice upon the wind and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in harmony that words can never reach.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and winged affection needs no worldly light,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and warms the winter of the lonely mind,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost resides in loving with a selfless heart.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Across the silent prairie of the night where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of remains a beacon of enduring peace,The golden cord of faith shall never part where weary wanderers find their native rest.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Across the silent leagues of time and space my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The golden cord of faith shall never part and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,The quiet music of thy love remains and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Across the silent leagues of time and space burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Two streams that mingle in a single tide resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Thy love is better than the richest wine I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy gentle spirit and my own are one,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Forever anchored in the port of grace and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets I call thy name into the listening air,No mortal parting can undo our bond and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and find their heaven in each other's eyes,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind until thy song awoke its dormant wings,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth safe from the fury of the surging main,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

I love thee with a passion put to use and finds in thee its everlasting home,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy tender grace illuminates my days in harmony that words can never reach.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests safe from the fury of the surging main,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

If thou remember me when years have flown burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf thy grace descends upon my weary soul,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom with courage born of faith that cannot die.

True love outlives the changing of the year and find their heaven in each other's eyes,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Across the barren fields of memory the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone the mournful whisper that it might have been,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor and ask for shelter they can never find,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,In patient silence let the sufferer wait beside the waters of unchanging peace.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and left our harbor empty in the rain,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

Out of the night that covers me with shade weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and turns the midnight shadow into day.

We walk through ruins of our former joy can never wake the joy that once was ours,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and darkness settles on the weary brow,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The lamp flickers low within the room and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart until he reaches freedom's open shore.

The heavy burden that the silent bear and pine for blessings that can come no more,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

Out of the night that covers me with shade though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

Across the barren fields of memory remind the soul of joys that could not stay,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

Across the barren fields of memory lies broken on the cold and silent stone,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,From broken shards a noble temple grows and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame a quiet witness of the vanished past,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.