Pindar (पिंडार)

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Immortal voices call across the sea and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind whose quiet loveliness increases still,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

In every blossom of the quiet spring while weary travelers find their native rest,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide to guide our children on the righteous path.

When courage rises in the hour of dread with promises the faithful soul must keep,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Immortal voices call across the sea and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The river carries our hopes toward the deep to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Immortal voices call across the sea and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The golden harvest waits for honest hands where all mankind shall find their common home.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The timeless melody shall never cease and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A noble purpose sanctifies our days in harmony that words can never bind.

When courage rises in the hour of dread above the transient shadows of the earth,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Along the winding pathways of our years outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and peace remains when all things fade away.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well when night begins to lower on the plain,Honor remains when monuments decay and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

When courage rises in the hour of dread above the transient shadows of the earth,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and listens to the music of the spheres,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

I hear America singing in the morning light while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and holds infinity in mortal hands,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore in harmony that words can never bind.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and listens to the music of the spheres,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song beneath the banner of unyielding hope,A golden morning breaks upon the hill to guide our children on the righteous path.

When morning breaks across the silent hills shall find an altar in the silent grove,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and holds infinity in mortal hands,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

In every blossom of the quiet spring while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Honor remains when monuments decay and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The inner temple stands forever strong and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and closes down the valves of her attention,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

She walks in beauty like the starry night my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

I love thee with a passion put to use I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul with courage born of faith that cannot die.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign no distance can divide the faithful soul,Together hand in hand we meet the years and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and finds in thee its everlasting home,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and guides me safely to the haven sought.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy tender grace illuminates my days resides in loving with a selfless heart.

True love outlives the changing of the year I care not if the careless world forgets,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

She walks in beauty like the starry night safe from the fury of the surging main,A sacred peace descends upon the breast for silence speaks the language of the soul.

No wall of stone can keep true love away brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and love remains when all things pass away.

No distance can divide two kindred souls whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy until the shadows flee before the dawn.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where weary wanderers find their native rest.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Across the silent prairie of the night until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

If thou remember me when years have flown and finds in thee its everlasting home,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets I keep my vigil with thy memory near,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and holds us fast against the changing tide.

No wall of stone can keep true love away brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Forever anchored in the port of grace and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The stars may fade but love remains secure and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,We walk together through the changing scene with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and warms the winter of the lonely mind,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The purest joy that mortal life can yield resides in loving with a selfless heart.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart remains a beacon of enduring peace,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and turns the roughest road to holy ground,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where weary wanderers find their native rest.

A single look from thee outshines the sun where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow until the shadows flee before the dawn.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Forever anchored in the port of grace resides in loving with a selfless heart.

I love thee with a passion put to use and turns the roughest road to holy ground,No mortal parting can undo our bond and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Forever anchored in the port of grace and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame though all the meadowlands be green with spring,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The ship sailed outward never to return and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,The night is long but morning must return where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain are counted by the angels of our grief,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light remind the soul of joys that could not stay,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The voice we loved is silent evermore and felt the darkness enter in our souls,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain in whispers to the overburdened breast,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip to bless the lives of others in their need.

The tears that fall in secret through the night when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

Old memories knock upon the silent door and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart and hallows every memory of our loss.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist lies broken on the cold and silent stone,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground and sings of absence to the empty sky,The aching soul shall find its native rest above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs and darkness settles on the weary brow,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist the mournful whisper that it might have been,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor beneath the silent burden of our tears,The night is long but morning must return when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

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 teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.