Pierre de Ronsard (पियरे दे रोनसार)

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and listens to the music of the spheres,Immortal voices call across the sea where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The patient spirit builds its home on high where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Under the wide and starry American sky when night begins to lower on the plain,Freedom endures within the upright mind to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Immortal voices call across the sea and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Beneath the starry canopy of night outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The inner temple stands forever strong above the transient shadows of the earth.

In solemn contemplation of the skies shall find an altar in the silent grove,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and lights a candle in the darkening world.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed reveals the wonder of the architect,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell whose quiet loveliness increases still,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,A song of courage echoes down the years to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and listens to the music of the spheres,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and holds infinity in mortal hands,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and peace remains when all things fade away.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and peace descends upon the troubled heart,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,A golden morning breaks upon the hill to guide our children on the righteous path.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still reveals the wonder of the architect,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and listens to the music of the spheres,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea where honor shines with unextinguished ray,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Immortal voices call across the sea and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace when night begins to lower on the plain,The brotherhood of man outlives the night to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way whose quiet loveliness increases still,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and holds infinity in mortal hands,The golden harvest waits for those who toil to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and peace remains when all things fade away.

Under the wide and starry American sky and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

When morning breaks across the silent hills shall find an altar in the silent grove,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell with promises the faithful soul must keep,Immortal voices call across the sea and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The golden harvest waits for those who toil above the transient shadows of the earth.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast above the transient shadows of the earth,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods with promises the faithful soul must keep,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and guides the nation toward the rising sun,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Along the winding pathways of our years and charts the courses of eternal stars,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea whose quiet loveliness increases still,The patient spirit builds its home on high and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Across the silent leagues of time and space safe from the fury of the surging main,The golden cord of faith shall never part where two fond souls unite in holy love.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth for silence speaks the language of the soul.

If thou remember me when years have flown remains a beacon of enduring peace,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy until the shadows flee before the dawn.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy gentle spirit and my own are one,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,For love was never made of mortal dust where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Forever anchored in the port of grace until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where weary wanderers find their native rest.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

If thou remember me when years have flown burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The golden cord of faith shall never part and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Within the secret garden of the heart I keep my vigil with thy memory near,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love builds its altar in the realm of light flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

The music of your voice upon the wind remains a beacon of enduring peace,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

I love thee with a passion put to use and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Forever in thy presence I abide and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Across the silent leagues of time and space safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy tender grace illuminates my days until the shadows flee before the dawn.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign brings healing comfort to the listening ear,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and warms the winter of the lonely mind,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Thy tender grace illuminates my days flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,No mortal parting can undo our bond and holds us fast against the changing tide.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The golden cord of faith shall never part where weary wanderers find their native rest.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn remains a beacon of enduring peace,For love was never made of mortal dust resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,In sweet communion soul with soul converses for silence speaks the language of the soul.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief I call thy name into the listening air,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Across the silent prairie of the night where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in harmony that words can never reach.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,For love was never made of mortal dust in harmony that words can never reach.

No wall of stone can keep true love away brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm I care not if the careless world forgets,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Forever anchored in the port of grace flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and shines radiant through the passing storm.

We look before and after in our grief in whispers to the overburdened breast,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk are counted by the angels of our grief,No noble life was ever free from pain when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

The tears that fall in secret through the night the mournful whisper that it might have been,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and darkness settles on the weary brow,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

A broken melody upon the lute and count the treasures that we held in vain,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Love remains constant when all else has fled and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream the mournful whisper that it might have been,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell to bless the lives of others in their need.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross and hallows every memory of our loss.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and life awakens from the frozen ground.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love to face the trials of the coming year.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough are known to heaven though the world be blind,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl and pine for blessings that can come no more,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The ship sailed outward never to return and left our harbor empty in the rain,From broken shards a noble temple grows until the peace of heaven heals the mind.