Robert Musil (रॉबर्ट मुसिल)

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul reveals the wonder of the architect,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

In solemn contemplation of the skies reveals the wonder of the architect,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands to blend forever with the timeless dust,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and marks the turning of the wheel of time,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire above the transient shadows of the earth.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and charts the courses of eternal stars,The patient spirit builds its home on high and sorrow melts into serene repose.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand reveals the wonder of the architect,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

I hear America singing in the morning light and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and peace remains when all things fade away.

Beneath the starry canopy of night to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Along the winding pathways of our years outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and looks on harbor and city silent still,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace with promises the faithful soul must keep,Immortal voices call across the sea and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind when night begins to lower on the plain,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods above the transient shadows of the earth,A deeper truth awakens in the mind beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast whose quiet loveliness increases still,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and closes down the valves of her attention,The brotherhood of man outlives the night where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul above the transient shadows of the earth,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell with promises the faithful soul must keep,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and listens to the music of the spheres,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind with promises the faithful soul must keep,Freedom endures within the upright mind to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind whose quiet loveliness increases still,Immortal voices call across the sea and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace reveals the wonder of the architect,The timeless melody shall never cease and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and charts the courses of eternal stars,The patient spirit builds its home on high in harmony that words can never bind.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The inner temple stands forever strong to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The inner temple stands forever strong and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Honor remains when monuments decay and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The inner temple stands forever strong in harmony that words can never bind.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour that whispers through the tumult of the age,The timeless melody shall never cease to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,In every breast a spark of heaven glows while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour shall find an altar in the silent grove,The patient spirit builds its home on high where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

When morning breaks across the silent hills while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

She walks in beauty like the starry night can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Forever anchored in the port of grace and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,No shadow falls where true devotion walks until the shadows flee before the dawn.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and finds in thee its everlasting home,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and guides me safely to the haven sought.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name safe from the fury of the surging main,A sacred peace descends upon the breast for silence speaks the language of the soul.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and finds in thee its everlasting home,We walk together through the changing scene and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and turns the darkest winter into spring,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and guides me safely to the haven sought.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy sacred image dwells forevermore,For love was never made of mortal dust where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The stars may fade but love remains secure and lives immortal in the realm of light.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and found it radiant in thy quiet face,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind safe from the fury of the surging main,For love was never made of mortal dust until the shadows flee before the dawn.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,We walk together through the changing scene and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The music of your voice upon the wind can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The golden cord of faith shall never part with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart brings healing comfort to the listening ear,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

The music of your voice upon the wind for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Forever anchored in the port of grace and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where two fond souls unite in holy love.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where two fond souls unite in holy love.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and love remains when all things pass away.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,In sweet communion soul with soul converses resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and winged affection needs no worldly light,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of safe from the fury of the surging main,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade for silence speaks the language of the soul.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth no distance can divide the faithful soul,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

The music of your voice upon the wind can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and binds our hearts through all eternity.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and every footstep whispers of decay,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,No night so dark but morning comes at last when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and leaves an ache that time can never heal,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross to face the morrow with an upright brow.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Love remains constant when all else has fled and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The heavy burden that the silent bear in whispers to the overburdened breast,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,Time softens anguish into sacred calm until he reaches freedom's open shore.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

Out of the night that covers me with shade and every footstep whispers of decay,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and heals the broken heart forevermore.

In silent hours when all the world is still weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame lies broken on the cold and silent stone,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and every footstep whispers of decay,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl the wandering footsteps find no resting place,A quiet courage rises from our tears and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust are known to heaven though the world be blind,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,A quiet courage rises from our tears to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and rises stronger from the bed of pain.