Quintilian (क्विंटिलियन)

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The dawn awakens slowly over misted cordilleras and wakes the sleeping echoes of forgotten love,The seed that slumbers in the furrow knows the coming spring and guides the wandering pilgrim safely home.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and scatters radiance on the waking dew,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight that whispers through the tumult of the age,The timeless melody shall never cease in harmony that words can never bind.

Time is a river that sweeps me away into eternity where ancient passions slumber beneath the quiet earth,Through every dark eclipse the morning star returns and crowns the patient soul with victory.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The old stone fountain whispers legends of the night until the heavens open with an immortal light,The melody endures when instruments have turned to clay and brings sweet water to the thirsting heart of man.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and holds infinity in mortal hands,The golden harvest waits for those who toil to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore that whispers through the tumult of the age,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

From the deep canyons of memory rises a silver star and brings the holy silence of the mountain height,A quiet courage rises when the worldly voices fade and shines unclouded through the tempest of the world.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The patient spirit builds its home on high while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The dawn awakens slowly over misted cordilleras and weaves a tapestry of longing in the air,The eagle mounts the tempest on untamed and fearless wings and guides the wandering pilgrim safely home.

In every blossom of the quiet spring where honor shines with unextinguished ray,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and peace remains when all things fade away.

From the deep canyons of memory rises a silver star and turns the weary journey into sacred song,The seed that slumbers in the furrow knows the coming spring and shines unclouded through the tempest of the world.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The old stone fountain whispers legends of the night and turns the weary journey into sacred song,In every broken fragment shines a mirror of the whole and lifts the heavy burden from the weary mind.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and holds infinity in mortal hands,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore above the transient shadows of the earth,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Words become lanterns swinging in the deep twilight where timeless oceans mirror the mystery of skies,Beyond the edge of sorrow waits the everlasting day and sings of liberty where chains were broken free.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand shall find an altar in the silent grove,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

A sudden breeze scatters petals of red hibiscus until the heavens open with an immortal light,The melody endures when instruments have turned to clay and leaves a legacy of light that never fades.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

We walked through streets paved with echoes of forgotten songs and whispers secrets known only to the midnight wind,The seed that slumbers in the furrow knows the coming spring and brings sweet water to the thirsting heart of man.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The inner temple stands forever strong above the transient shadows of the earth.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief above the transient shadows of the earth.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest shall find an altar in the silent grove,The quiet light of virtue cannot die to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Between the memory of rain and the fragrance of lime and fills the empty horizons with music of the soul,Beyond the edge of sorrow waits the everlasting day and brings sweet water to the thirsting heart of man.

When morning breaks across the silent hills while weary travelers find their native rest,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where love and truth abide forevermore.

Words become lanterns swinging in the deep twilight and weaves a tapestry of longing in the air,Beyond the edge of sorrow waits the everlasting day and shines unclouded through the tempest of the world.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore that whispers through the tumult of the age,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Between the memory of rain and the fragrance of lime while distant bells keep vigil over the sleeping town,In every broken fragment shines a mirror of the whole and brings redemption to the sorrow of the earth.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The golden cord of faith shall never part and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Across all distances and years my heart remembers you and crowns the waking spirit with a joy beyond all words,Through every change of season your devotion holds me fast and sanctifies our union with the blessing from on high.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart in harmony that words can never reach.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and finds in thee its everlasting home,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

In every secret thought of mine your image sits enthroned and lifts my mortal longing to the threshold of the skies,To walk beside you on this earth is blessedness enough and sanctifies our union with the blessing from on high.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,The stars may fade but love remains secure and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn for love takes flight upon immortal wings,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

In every secret thought of mine your image sits enthroned and blesses every hour with the grace of your sweet smile,In your true faith my troubled soul has found its holy home and walks in quiet holiness through shadow and through sun.

If thou remember me when years have flown and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

The music of your voice upon the wind and winged affection needs no worldly light,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and lives immortal in the realm of light.

My love for you was written in the stars before all time and blesses every hour with the grace of your sweet smile,The simplest word from your sweet lips restores my peace of mind and sanctifies our union with the blessing from on high.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour no distance can divide the faithful soul,Forever anchored in the port of grace and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

You walked into my life like moonlight on a tranquil lake and burns with pure devotion that outlives the fleeting clay,Beside you every cross is light and every journey blessed and shelters every tear within the harbor of your peace.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Love builds its altar in the realm of light with courage born of faith that cannot die.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Your name upon my lips tastes sweeter than the morning dew and wraps my spirit round with warmth of everlasting spring,The quiet fortress of your love defends against all grief and shields our happy dwelling from the malice of the world.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide remains a beacon of enduring peace,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 crowns the waking spirit with a joy beyond all words,A sacred flame burns quietly within our shared domain and mirrors heaven's mercy in the kindness of your gaze.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and finds in thee its everlasting home,Forever anchored in the port of grace and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

I seek no other paradise than by your faithful side and burns with pure devotion that outlives the fleeting clay,Forever in the sanctuary of your love I dwell and brings the holy solace that the lonely heart desired.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Forever anchored in the port of grace and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and lives immortal in the realm of light.

In every secret thought of mine your image sits enthroned where time itself stands motionless before your lovely eyes,Through every change of season your devotion holds me fast and leads our footsteps gently on the road to paradise.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea brings healing comfort to the listening ear,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

The world was vast and desolate until your voice was heard and crowns the waking spirit with a joy beyond all words,In your true faith my troubled soul has found its holy home and crowns our earthly journey with immortal tenderness.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,For love was never made of mortal dust and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

True love outlives the changing of the year can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost in harmony that words can never reach.

The world was vast and desolate until your voice was heard and lifts my mortal longing to the threshold of the skies,The memory of your tenderness remains my guiding light and shines with undiminished light across the seas of time.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign no distance can divide the faithful soul,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Your name upon my lips tastes sweeter than the morning dew and wraps my spirit round with warmth of everlasting spring,Your gentle hands bring healing to the deepest hidden pain and turns each bitter memory to sweetness in the end.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,In sweet communion soul with soul converses with courage born of faith that cannot die.

She walks in beauty like the starry night when feeling reaches for the grace divine,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

My soul reaches toward your touch like flowers to the sun and shines with steadfast radiance through the shadows of the world,Our spirits blend like colors at the closing of the day and walks in quiet holiness through shadow and through sun.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests no distance can divide the faithful soul,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

If thou remember me when years have flown my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

The world was vast and desolate until your voice was heard and leaves a silver wake of wonder on the lonely sea,The memory of your tenderness remains my guiding light and plants eternal roses where the thorns of grief had grown.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl though all the meadowlands be green with spring,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and turns the midnight shadow into day.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and pine for blessings that can come no more,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial beside the waters of unchanging peace.

A solitary candle flickers in the drafty room while sorrow keeps its vigil by the embers of the hearth,The soul that suffered greatly knows the majesty of grief and lights a quiet beacon on the far eternal shore.

The heavy burden that the silent bear yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,No night so dark but morning comes at last and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The night is cold and pitiless without a single star while sorrow keeps its vigil by the embers of the hearth,The wound becomes the portal where the healing light comes in and leads the weary wanderer toward the haven of his rest.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The heavy burden that the silent bear remind the soul of joys that could not stay,A tender angel watches o'er our grief to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The mantle of affliction covers every waking hour and strikes the tender blossom down before its fruit was born,The soul that suffered greatly knows the majesty of grief and opens wide the gates of mercy to the bruised and poor.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,No night so dark but morning comes at last when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The mantle of affliction covers every waking hour where weeping shadows wander through the corridors of pain,The heavy stone of agony will wear away in time and crowns the suffering spirit with the diadem of grace.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,No night so dark but morning comes at last until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

A solitary candle flickers in the drafty room where withered leaves are driven by the unrelenting gale,The memory of the departed remains a holy shrine and plants a solemn lily on the grave of mortal loss.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain remind the soul of joys that could not stay,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled remind the soul of joys that could not stay,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The sweetest cup of life was shattered on the stony ground and mocks the hollow silence with the memory of your voice,The pilgrim takes his staff again though weary and alone and brings the deep tranquility that worldly tumult flees.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The soul ascends above its mortal chains for joy returns with morning's golden light.