Plato (प्लेटो)

The light that shines upon the mountain crest reveals the wonder of the architect,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and charts the courses of eternal stars,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

I hear America singing in the morning light with promises the faithful soul must keep,A golden morning breaks upon the hill where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

In every blossom of the quiet spring above the transient shadows of the earth,The inner temple stands forever strong to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth where all mankind shall find their common home.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell reveals the wonder of the architect,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and closes down the valves of her attention,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace above the transient shadows of the earth.

When courage rises in the hour of dread while weary travelers find their native rest,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where love and truth abide forevermore.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The golden harvest waits for honest hands where all mankind shall find their common home.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and holds infinity in mortal hands,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and listens to the music of the spheres,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and fills the silence with immortal song.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The timeless melody shall never cease and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet to blend forever with the timeless dust,The river carries our hopes toward the deep to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight whose quiet loveliness increases still,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where love and truth abide forevermore.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands 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 quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and holds infinity in mortal hands,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart above the transient shadows of the earth.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

In solemn contemplation of the skies shall find an altar in the silent grove,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands with music drawn from ancient waves of time,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil where all mankind shall find their common home.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

I hear America singing in the morning light and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and peace remains when all things fade away.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

In solemn contemplation of the skies reveals the wonder of the architect,The quiet light of virtue cannot die in harmony that words can never bind.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and charts the courses of eternal stars,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave in harmony that words can never bind.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The purest joy that mortal life can yield flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,For love was never made of mortal dust and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The stars may fade but love remains secure resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The stars may fade but love remains secure and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and found it radiant in thy quiet face,No mortal parting can undo our bond and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

The music of your voice upon the wind of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Our spirits blend in everlasting song until the shadows flee before the dawn.

True love outlives the changing of the year and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Across the silent prairie of the night where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn when feeling reaches for the grace divine,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Forever anchored in the port of grace where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Forever in thy presence I abide and holds us fast against the changing tide.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth safe from the fury of the surging main,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and turns the darkest winter into spring,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and love remains when all things pass away.

True love outlives the changing of the year and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide for love takes flight upon immortal wings,We walk together through the changing scene and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,In sweet communion soul with soul converses with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,The quiet music of thy love remains stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and find their heaven in each other's eyes,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The stars may fade but love remains secure until the shadows flee before the dawn.

I love thee with a passion put to use and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Across the silent leagues of time and space remains a beacon of enduring peace,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow I care not if the careless world forgets,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Together hand in hand we meet the years and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and found it radiant in thy quiet face,No mortal parting can undo our bond and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and winged affection needs no worldly light,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth I care not if the careless world forgets,The stars may fade but love remains secure where weary wanderers find their native rest.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and every footstep whispers of decay,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and heals the broken heart forevermore.

Old memories knock upon the silent door recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk are counted by the angels of our grief,No noble life was ever free from pain and shines radiant through the passing storm.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and sings of absence to the empty sky,Time softens anguish into sacred calm to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk though all the meadowlands be green with spring,No night so dark but morning comes at last and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and ask for shelter they can never find,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace where every tear is wiped away for aye.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound remind the soul of joys that could not stay,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,A quiet courage rises from our tears and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone where every tear is wiped away for aye.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and darkness settles on the weary brow,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,No night so dark but morning comes at last and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart until he reaches freedom's open shore.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl are counted by the angels of our grief,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground and felt the darkness enter in our souls,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs yet feels the deepest agony of earth,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and rises stronger from the bed of pain.