Propertius (प्रोपर्शियस)

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea while weary travelers find their native rest,Immortal voices call across the sea and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The old stone fountain whispers legends of the night and breathes sweet solace into the sorrowing heart,The melody endures when instruments have turned to clay and brings sweet water to the thirsting heart of man.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The timeless melody shall never cease while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The old stone fountain whispers legends of the night and whispers secrets known only to the midnight wind,No wall of stone can shut away the freedom of the soul and walks in quiet beauty through the fields of time.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Immortal voices call across the sea and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell with promises the faithful soul must keep,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and sorrow melts into serene repose.

In the vast solitude of time the heart still burns while solitary riders vanish beyond the hills,The melody endures when instruments have turned to clay and sings of liberty where chains were broken free.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while weary travelers find their native rest,Immortal voices call across the sea above the transient shadows of the earth.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow above the transient shadows of the earth.

A thousand sunsets melt into the quiet Andean dust where timeless oceans mirror the mystery of skies,The ancient road leads onward though the travelers depart and mirrors heaven in the calm depths of the soul.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The inner temple stands forever strong to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and listens to the music of the spheres,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The river carries ancient dreams toward the silent sea and crowns the wandering spirit with nocturnal peace,Across the silent pampas rides the spirit of the free and plants the seeds of hope within the silent earth.

Along the winding pathways of our years reveals the wonder of the architect,The timeless melody shall never cease and peace remains when all things fade away.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Through the open archway enters the scent of jasmine and charts a sacred path through shadows of the past,The truth remains unaltered through the shifting tides of time and weaves its blessings through the fabric of the days.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

In the vast solitude of time the heart still burns and leaves a constellation of wonder upon the brow,The ancient road leads onward though the travelers depart and crowns the patient soul with victory.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way above the transient shadows of the earth,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

When morning breaks across the silent hills reveals the wonder of the architect,The timeless melody shall never cease to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The river carries ancient dreams toward the silent sea while distant bells keep vigil over the sleeping town,Beyond the edge of sorrow waits the everlasting day and weaves its blessings through the fabric of the days.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and lights a candle in the darkening wild,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and listens to the music of the spheres,The patient spirit builds its home on high and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The dawn awakens slowly over misted cordilleras while twilight weaves its purple mantle on the hills,True greatness leaves its footprints in the kindness of the hand and plants the seeds of hope within the silent earth.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore reveals the wonder of the architect,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Along the winding pathways of our years and marks the turning of the wheel of time,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

A thousand sunsets melt into the quiet Andean dust where timeless oceans mirror the mystery of skies,The truth remains unaltered through the shifting tides of time and brings redemption to the sorrow of the earth.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul to guide the seeker through the wilderness,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown above the transient shadows of the earth.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore whose quiet loveliness increases still,Immortal voices call across the sea where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

A thousand sunsets melt into the quiet Andean dust and brings the holy silence of the mountain height,A quiet courage rises when the worldly voices fade and writes its name in gold upon the gates of dawn.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast shall find an altar in the silent grove,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

A solitary bell tolls across the slumbering valley and weaves a tapestry of longing in the air,True greatness leaves its footprints in the kindness of the hand and gives to mortal hands the touch of the divine.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The timeless melody shall never cease to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and listens to the music of the spheres,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

From the deep canyons of memory rises a silver star and fills the empty horizons with music of the soul,True greatness leaves its footprints in the kindness of the hand and mirrors heaven in the calm depths of the soul.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace above the transient shadows of the earth,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Words become lanterns swinging in the deep twilight and crowns the wandering spirit with nocturnal peace,Deep in the patient earth the silver veins run true and fills the listening night with majesty and calm.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and winged affection needs no worldly light,In sweet communion soul with soul converses until the shadows flee before the dawn.

To look upon your face is to behold the dawn renewed and finds in your communion all the peace it ever sought,Our spirits blend like colors at the closing of the day and brings the holy solace that the lonely heart desired.

True love outlives the changing of the year safe from the fury of the surging main,We walk together through the changing scene and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

She walks in beauty like the starry night my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,We walk together through the changing scene and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Your eyes are two deep harbors where my vessel finds its rest and burns with pure devotion that outlives the fleeting clay,The quiet fortress of your love defends against all grief and reigns forever radiant where true lovers meet again.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and finds in thee its everlasting home,Together hand in hand we meet the years until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and lives immortal in the realm of light.

You walked into my life like moonlight on a tranquil lake and guards the sacred covenant of two united souls,To walk beside you on this earth is blessedness enough and gives to fleeting life the seal of an enduring grace.

No wall of stone can keep true love away my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Two streams that mingle in a single tide in harmony that words can never reach.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide I care not if the careless world forgets,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Your presence turns the simplest room into a royal court where every glance becomes a prayer of gratitude and praise,I see your likeness mirrored in the morning star above and turns each bitter memory to sweetness in the end.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart resides in loving with a selfless heart.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved in secret where every glance becomes a prayer of gratitude and praise,The timeless bond between our souls defies the mortal grave and leads our footsteps gently on the road to paradise.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and find their heaven in each other's eyes,We walk together through the changing scene in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy sacred image dwells forevermore,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and love remains when all things pass away.

In every secret thought of mine your image sits enthroned and finds its holy dwelling in the silence of your heart,Forever in the sanctuary of your love I dwell and walks in quiet holiness through shadow and through sun.

The music of your voice upon the wind and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Two streams that mingle in a single tide in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Your name upon my lips tastes sweeter than the morning dew and pledges faith until the mountains crumble into dust,Through every change of season your devotion holds me fast and reigns forever radiant where true lovers meet again.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The golden cord of faith shall never part and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Across all distances and years my heart remembers you where time itself stands motionless before your lovely eyes,Your tender loyalty remains the anchor of my days and shields our happy dwelling from the malice of the world.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom in harmony that words can never reach.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Together hand in hand we meet the years where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

The gentleness of your embrace dissolves the bitter cold where every glance becomes a prayer of gratitude and praise,The quiet fortress of your love defends against all grief and leads our footsteps gently on the road to paradise.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and find their heaven in each other's eyes,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

I found your beauty waiting in the shadow of the rose and crowns the waking spirit with a joy beyond all words,The beauty of your soul reflects the radiance of the skies and leads our footsteps gently on the road to paradise.

The music of your voice upon the wind no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where weary wanderers find their native rest.

True love outlives the changing of the year safe from the fury of the surging main,For love was never made of mortal dust and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved in secret and blesses every hour with the grace of your sweet smile,Through every change of season your devotion holds me fast and gives to fleeting life the seal of an enduring grace.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and love remains when all things pass away.

To look upon your face is to behold the dawn renewed and guards the sacred covenant of two united souls,Your tender loyalty remains the anchor of my days and mirrors heaven's mercy in the kindness of your gaze.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife with courage born of faith that cannot die.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and winged affection needs no worldly light,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

You walked into my life like moonlight on a tranquil lake where time itself stands motionless before your lovely eyes,The beauty of your soul reflects the radiance of the skies and mirrors heaven's mercy in the kindness of your gaze.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and winged affection needs no worldly light,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Your name upon my lips tastes sweeter than the morning dew where gentle mercy washes every sorrow from the soul,The quiet waters of your love sustain my weary spirit and shields our happy dwelling from the malice of the world.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The mantle of affliction covers every waking hour while ghostly echoes whisper of the joy that could not stay,Through tears the eyes behold a world purified of pride and brings the holy patience that outlives the bitter storm.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The dreams we cherished turned to ashes in the autumn frost while darkness presses heavy on the uncomplaining brow,Through suffering the spirit learns the compassion of the wise and shelters every wounded soul within its quiet fold.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl and every footstep whispers of decay,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl the mournful whisper that it might have been,The soul ascends above its mortal chains to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

An ache of longing presses on the sorrow-stricken chest and drowns the fragile vessel in the tempest of despair,No sorrow lasts forever in this changing sphere of dust and gives to mortal frailty the strength to overcome.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The tears that fall in secret through the night our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The dreams we cherished turned to ashes in the autumn frost and leaves the solitary heart to bear its grief alone,In every broken vessel rests a sacred drop of peace and brings the holy patience that outlives the bitter storm.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream are counted by the angels of our grief,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

We look before and after in our grief and pine for blessings that can come no more,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The night is cold and pitiless without a single star where timeless slumber blankets every mortal tear and sigh,The darkness cannot conquer what was consecrated true and walks in solemn majesty through sorrow to the dawn.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

A solitary candle flickers in the drafty room where weeping shadows wander through the corridors of pain,The bitter cup is drained at last beneath the weeping sky and turns the cry of agony into a sacred hymn.

The heavy burden that the silent bear black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and finds its refuge in the peace of God.