Rosalia de Castro (रोसालिया डी कास्त्रो)

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and holds infinity in mortal hands,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

In solemn contemplation of the skies while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Time is a river that sweeps me away into eternity and brings the holy silence of the mountain height,The truth remains unaltered through the shifting tides of time and plants the seeds of hope within the silent earth.

When morning breaks across the silent hills that whispers through the tumult of the age,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea reveals the wonder of the architect,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

A sudden breeze scatters petals of red hibiscus where every shadow deepens into timeless grace,The song outlives the singer in the memory of the trees and keeps its holy covenant with all the stars.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea shall find an altar in the silent grove,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

I name the wind and the shadows answer with a song while solitary riders vanish beyond the hills,No tyrant's shadow can extinguish wisdom's radiant light and watches steadfast till the shadows flee away.

Along the winding pathways of our years and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where honor shines with unextinguished ray,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Words become lanterns swinging in the deep twilight where dreams and waking walk hand in hand together,No wall of stone can shut away the freedom of the soul and lifts the heavy burden from the weary mind.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest above the transient shadows of the earth,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The timeless melody shall never cease and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines under distant stars and leaves the fragrance of amber in the quiet room,The song outlives the singer in the memory of the trees and writes its name in gold upon the gates of dawn.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore above the transient shadows of the earth,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

From the deep canyons of memory rises a silver star and brings the holy silence of the mountain height,Deep in the patient earth the silver veins run true and turns the barren desert into flowering fields.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and holds infinity in mortal hands,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The quiet light of virtue cannot die in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The ocean breathes its eternal rhythm upon the shore while faithful stars keep watch across the tranquil sea,The eagle mounts the tempest on untamed and fearless wings and lifts the heavy burden from the weary mind.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and listens to the music of the spheres,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

A sudden breeze scatters petals of red hibiscus and breathes sweet solace into the sorrowing heart,The solitary watchman greets the first pale beam of dawn and fills the listening night with majesty and calm.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines under distant stars and brings the holy silence of the mountain height,The truth remains unaltered through the shifting tides of time and weaves its blessings through the fabric of the days.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace with promises the faithful soul must keep,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and charts the courses of eternal stars,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

We walked through streets paved with echoes of forgotten songs and crowns the wandering spirit with nocturnal peace,The eagle mounts the tempest on untamed and fearless wings and leaves a legacy of light that never fades.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The inner temple stands forever strong and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and charts the courses of eternal stars,The timeless melody shall never cease to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

I have entered the labyrinth of mirrors and infinite sand until the heavens open with an immortal light,The solitary watchman greets the first pale beam of dawn and gives to mortal hands the touch of the divine.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The dawn awakens slowly over misted cordilleras where timeless oceans mirror the mystery of skies,In every broken fragment shines a mirror of the whole and brings redemption to the sorrow of the earth.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and charts the courses of eternal stars,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

A solitary bell tolls across the slumbering valley and whispers secrets known only to the midnight wind,The ancient road leads onward though the travelers depart and leaves a legacy of light that never fades.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still to guide the seeker through the wilderness,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

I name the wind and the shadows answer with a song while twilight weaves its purple mantle on the hills,The eagle mounts the tempest on untamed and fearless wings and mirrors heaven in the calm depths of the soul.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Together hand in hand we meet the years flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign no distance can divide the faithful soul,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

You walked into my life like moonlight on a tranquil lake where peace and passion mingle like the river and the sea,The quiet fortress of your love defends against all grief and brings the holy solace that the lonely heart desired.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and love remains when all things pass away.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Forever anchored in the port of grace and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

The fragrance of your hair clings softly to the evening wind where gentle mercy washes every sorrow from the soul,No parting can divide the hearts that love has bound as one and shines with undiminished light across the seas of time.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

The fragrance of your hair clings softly to the evening wind and turns the darkest pathway into radiant realms of light,In life and death my soul shall keep its covenant with you and reigns forever radiant where true lovers meet again.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The golden cord of faith shall never part flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

To look upon your face is to behold the dawn renewed and fills the quiet twilight with a melody of peace,Your tender loyalty remains the anchor of my days and leaves a fragrant blessing on the thresholds of the heart.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn safe from the fury of the surging main,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The music of your voice upon the wind my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The gentleness of your embrace dissolves the bitter cold and finds in your communion all the peace it ever sought,The whisper of your affection turns the weeping into song and sanctifies our union with the blessing from on high.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

She walks in beauty like the starry night my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Your eyes are two deep harbors where my vessel finds its rest and fills the quiet twilight with a melody of peace,I see your likeness mirrored in the morning star above and keeps our faithful beacon burning through the night.

If thou remember me when years have flown can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

The world was vast and desolate until your voice was heard where peace and passion mingle like the river and the sea,In your true faith my troubled soul has found its holy home and shines with undiminished light across the seas of time.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and leads us gently to the promised peace.

If thou remember me when years have flown my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Your laughter is the fountain that revives my thirsty soul where peace and passion mingle like the river and the sea,Your tender loyalty remains the anchor of my days and keeps our faithful beacon burning through the night.

If thou remember me when years have flown shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where two fond souls unite in holy love.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

I seek no other paradise than by your faithful side where time itself stands motionless before your lovely eyes,Forever in the sanctuary of your love I dwell and shields our happy dwelling from the malice of the world.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign I care not if the careless world forgets,The stars may fade but love remains secure until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where weary wanderers find their native rest.

In every secret thought of mine your image sits enthroned and finds in your communion all the peace it ever sought,The memory of your tenderness remains my guiding light and holds our fragile bark secure amid the surging tide.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The golden cord of faith shall never part where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,A sacred peace descends upon the breast with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Between your breathing and my own there is a single song and turns the darkest pathway into radiant realms of light,Your gentle hands bring healing to the deepest hidden pain and gives our mortal love a wing to soar above the dust.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

I found your beauty waiting in the shadow of the rose and shines with steadfast radiance through the shadows of the world,The beauty of your soul reflects the radiance of the skies and turns each bitter memory to sweetness in the end.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and winged affection needs no worldly light,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

When your hand touches mine the worldly tumult fades away where sacred beauty blossoms like a white celestial flower,In your true faith my troubled soul has found its holy home and reigns forever radiant where true lovers meet again.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,For love was never made of mortal dust where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and warms the winter of the lonely mind,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and love remains when all things pass away.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and folds the traveler in its native calm.

A bitter frost has fallen on the garden of our youth while sorrow keeps its vigil by the embers of the hearth,A patient silence learns to walk beside the shadow death and opens wide the gates of mercy to the bruised and poor.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak the mournful whisper that it might have been,No noble life was ever free from pain and heals the broken heart forevermore.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The silent cemetery keeps its watch beneath the pines and leaves the weary pilgrim in the desert of his grief,From ashes of bereavement grows a solemn, deeper grace and leads the faithful heart across the boundary of fear.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain in whispers to the overburdened breast,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

A broken melody drifts faintly through the deserted hall where ancient sorrows slumber in the dust of broken years,A calm resign of spirit soothes the throbbing pulse of pain and lights a quiet beacon on the far eternal shore.

The heavy burden that the silent bear though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

Across the barren fields of memory in whispers to the overburdened breast,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief to bless the lives of others in their need.

The wounds that bleeding memories leave cannot be healed by time and leaves the weary pilgrim in the desert of his grief,The soul that suffered greatly knows the majesty of grief and lifts the stricken mortal to a dignity profound.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam when twilight deepens on the mountain road,No noble life was ever free from pain and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

My cries are swallowed by the vast indifference of the sky and leaves the weary pilgrim in the desert of his grief,The solitary pine endures the winter's fiercest gale and gives to mortal frailty the strength to overcome.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

An ache of longing presses on the sorrow-stricken chest and mocks the hollow silence with the memory of your voice,Through suffering the spirit learns the compassion of the wise and shelters every wounded soul within its quiet fold.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and heals the broken heart forevermore.