Sei Shonagon (सेई शोनागोन)

He who walks gently on the quiet earth to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and peace descends upon the troubled heart,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and charts the courses of eternal stars,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Let America be America again in truth where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and lights a candle in the darkening world.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and charts the courses of eternal stars,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The golden harvest waits for those who toil in harmony that words can never bind.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The inner temple stands forever strong in harmony that words can never bind.

In every blossom of the quiet spring while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and sorrow melts into serene repose.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Let America be America again in truth where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore reveals the wonder of the architect,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where love and truth abide forevermore.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,In every breast a spark of heaven glows where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and charts the courses of eternal stars,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Beneath the starry canopy of night where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep whose quiet loveliness increases still,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where love and truth abide forevermore.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still whose quiet loveliness increases still,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Honor remains when monuments decay where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace with promises the faithful soul must keep,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and closes down the valves of her attention,Honor remains when monuments decay while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The inner temple stands forever strong where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace whose quiet loveliness increases still,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire in harmony that words can never bind.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,A noble purpose sanctifies our days in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and walked with silence through the sacred grove,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,A deeper truth awakens in the mind in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and holds infinity in mortal hands,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed with promises the faithful soul must keep,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done to blend forever with the timeless dust,In every breast a spark of heaven glows while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and holds infinity in mortal hands,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of remains a beacon of enduring peace,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and lives immortal in the realm of light.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height no distance can divide the faithful soul,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy until the shadows flee before the dawn.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and turns the roughest road to holy ground,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and holds us fast against the changing tide.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The golden cord of faith shall never part where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

If thou remember me when years have flown my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom in harmony that words can never reach.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The golden cord of faith shall never part flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where weary wanderers find their native rest.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and finds in thee its everlasting home,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun remains a beacon of enduring peace,We walk together through the changing scene in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom no distance can divide the faithful soul,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

True love outlives the changing of the year and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The purest joy that mortal life can yield for silence speaks the language of the soul.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore I keep my vigil with thy memory near,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The golden cord of faith shall never part and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Two streams that mingle in a single tide until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The music of your voice upon the wind no distance can divide the faithful soul,A sacred peace descends upon the breast resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light I keep my vigil with thy memory near,The quiet music of thy love remains stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Forever anchored in the port of grace and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and winged affection needs no worldly light,Forever anchored in the port of grace for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The music of your voice upon the wind I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in harmony that words can never reach.

She walks in beauty like the starry night of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The golden cord of faith shall never part and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,We walk together through the changing scene and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and winged affection needs no worldly light,Together hand in hand we meet the years and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets I call thy name into the listening air,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in harmony that words can never reach.

True love outlives the changing of the year and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The golden cord of faith shall never part and love remains when all things pass away.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and lives immortal in the realm of light.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and turns the roughest road to holy ground,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and holds us fast against the changing tide.

True love outlives the changing of the year remains a beacon of enduring peace,For love was never made of mortal dust where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain until the shadows flee before the dawn.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,We walk together through the changing scene for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind until thy song awoke its dormant wings,The quiet music of thy love remains and binds our hearts through all eternity.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy gentle spirit and my own are one,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast for joy returns with morning's golden light.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,No night so dark but morning comes at last for joy returns with morning's golden light.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar the mournful whisper that it might have been,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The lamp flickers low within the room as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,No winter tempest lasts forevermore to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam a quiet witness of the vanished past,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,Time softens anguish into sacred calm until he reaches freedom's open shore.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and pine for blessings that can come no more,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

In silent hours when all the world is still and hears the distant tolling of the bell,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and turns the midnight shadow into day.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs and pine for blessings that can come no more,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,The aching soul shall find its native rest and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl and every footstep whispers of decay,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor can never wake the joy that once was ours,The night is long but morning must return to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam in whispers to the overburdened breast,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and darkness settles on the weary brow,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and finds its refuge in the peace of God.