Qu Yuan (चू युआन)

In solemn contemplation of the skies where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way above the transient shadows of the earth,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Let America be America again in truth and then from heart to heart excuses grief,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

In every blossom of the quiet spring while weary travelers find their native rest,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The inner temple stands forever strong to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand with promises the faithful soul must keep,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still with promises the faithful soul must keep,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

In every blossom of the quiet spring while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and peace remains when all things fade away.

The soul selects her own society of grace and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Along the winding pathways of our years and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,A deeper truth awakens in the mind beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell above the transient shadows of the earth,The timeless melody shall never cease where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die when night begins to lower on the plain,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and holds infinity in mortal hands,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and charts the courses of eternal stars,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Under the wide and starry American sky while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The brotherhood of man outlives the night to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and charts the courses of eternal stars,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and scatters radiance on the waking dew,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Along the winding pathways of our years to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast shall find an altar in the silent grove,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Along the winding pathways of our years and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where love and truth abide forevermore.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Along the winding pathways of our years and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The inner temple stands forever strong where love and truth abide forevermore.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore shall find an altar in the silent grove,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and charts the courses of eternal stars,Immortal voices call across the sea where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell that whispers through the tumult of the age,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and holds infinity in mortal hands,A noble purpose sanctifies our days beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The timeless melody shall never cease and peace remains when all things fade away.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd to blend forever with the timeless dust,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight reveals the wonder of the architect,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and peace remains when all things fade away.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and finds in thee its everlasting home,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and leads us gently to the promised peace.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love builds its altar in the realm of light for silence speaks the language of the soul.

She walks in beauty like the starry night no distance can divide the faithful soul,Forever anchored in the port of grace flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and finds in thee its everlasting home,The quiet music of thy love remains and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

True love outlives the changing of the year burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom brings healing comfort to the listening ear,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and love remains when all things pass away.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and find their heaven in each other's eyes,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The purest joy that mortal life can yield for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Within the secret garden of the heart when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

True love outlives the changing of the year safe from the fury of the surging main,Together hand in hand we meet the years and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and winged affection needs no worldly light,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm remains a beacon of enduring peace,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and love remains when all things pass away.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Forever in thy presence I abide and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

No wall of stone can keep true love away burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,For love was never made of mortal dust and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy resides in loving with a selfless heart.

No wall of stone can keep true love away remains a beacon of enduring peace,The stars may fade but love remains secure and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,No mortal parting can undo our bond and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom remains a beacon of enduring peace,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of I care not if the careless world forgets,Forever anchored in the port of grace and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and guides me safely to the haven sought.

She walks in beauty like the starry night of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The stars may fade but love remains secure in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The stars may fade but love remains secure and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The golden cord of faith shall never part and lives immortal in the realm of light.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and lives immortal in the realm of light.

She walks in beauty like the starry night of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Forever in thy presence I abide where love and truth shall never know decay.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The golden cord of faith shall never part and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy gentle spirit and my own are one,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where weary wanderers find their native rest.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Within the secret garden of the heart and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and binds our hearts through all eternity.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know no distance can divide the faithful soul,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,No shadow falls where true devotion walks for silence speaks the language of the soul.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know safe from the fury of the surging main,In sweet communion soul with soul converses in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

I love thee with a passion put to use and turns the darkest winter into spring,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The stars may fade but love remains secure and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and folds the traveler in its native calm.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs in whispers to the overburdened breast,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains lies broken on the cold and silent stone,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,No human hand can wipe those tears away and points the seeker to the eternal day.

We look before and after in our grief and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain in whispers to the overburdened breast,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom and find in solitude its quiet strength.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Love remains constant when all else has fled where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief to bless the lives of others in their need.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and count the treasures that we held in vain,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

Across the barren fields of memory lies broken on the cold and silent stone,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and darkness settles on the weary brow,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and heals the broken heart forevermore.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream and darkness settles on the weary brow,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The voice we loved is silent evermore and leaves an ache that time can never heal,No human hand can wipe those tears away and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak lies broken on the cold and silent stone,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and gently soothes the aching of the breast.