Seneca the Younger (सेनेका)

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed whose quiet loveliness increases still,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and holds infinity in mortal hands,The quiet light of virtue cannot die beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,A song of courage echoes down the years and lights a candle in the darkening world.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and charts the courses of eternal stars,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

In solemn contemplation of the skies where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and peace remains when all things fade away.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and peace remains when all things fade away.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Freedom endures within the upright mind and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart in harmony that words can never bind.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while weary travelers find their native rest,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and charts the courses of eternal stars,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and listens to the music of the spheres,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still that whispers through the tumult of the age,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where love and truth abide forevermore.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and looks on harbor and city silent still,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and holds infinity in mortal hands,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire in harmony that words can never bind.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,A song of courage echoes down the years while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace above the transient shadows of the earth,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while weary travelers find their native rest,A noble purpose sanctifies our days in harmony that words can never bind.

When morning breaks across the silent hills with promises the faithful soul must keep,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and scatters radiance on the waking dew,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest reveals the wonder of the architect,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand shall find an altar in the silent grove,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed whose quiet loveliness increases still,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done when night begins to lower on the plain,The brave heart falters not before the storm and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Along the winding pathways of our years and listens to the music of the spheres,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Along the winding pathways of our years and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still with promises the faithful soul must keep,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and holds infinity in mortal hands,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed that whispers through the tumult of the age,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

She walks in beauty like the starry night can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,We walk together through the changing scene and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and found it radiant in thy quiet face,The quiet music of thy love remains and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain until the shadows flee before the dawn.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Forever anchored in the port of grace where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep I keep my vigil with thy memory near,No mortal parting can undo our bond and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,In sweet communion soul with soul converses resides in loving with a selfless heart.

True love outlives the changing of the year can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thy love is better than the richest wine where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Forever in thy presence I abide and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where weary wanderers find their native rest.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and winged affection needs no worldly light,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

True love outlives the changing of the year shall find its kindred spirit at the last,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,The quiet music of thy love remains and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

True love outlives the changing of the year can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,In sweet communion soul with soul converses in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,For love was never made of mortal dust and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Across the silent prairie of the night when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Forever in thy presence I abide and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

The music of your voice upon the wind safe from the fury of the surging main,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The stars may fade but love remains secure and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Across the silent prairie of the night I call thy name into the listening air,Forever in thy presence I abide and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

She walks in beauty like the starry night burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light in harmony that words can never reach.

Across the silent leagues of time and space safe from the fury of the surging main,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where weary wanderers find their native rest.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and turns the roughest road to holy ground,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and warms the winter of the lonely mind,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and lives immortal in the realm of light.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep thy grace descends upon my weary soul,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign I care not if the careless world forgets,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

The music of your voice upon the wind for love takes flight upon immortal wings,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Within the secret garden of the heart whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and binds our hearts through all eternity.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and warms the winter of the lonely mind,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and leads us gently to the promised peace.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and find their heaven in each other's eyes,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and winged affection needs no worldly light,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Across the silent prairie of the night and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and pine for blessings that can come no more,No night so dark but morning comes at last and shines radiant through the passing storm.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

We look before and after in our grief a quiet witness of the vanished past,Love remains constant when all else has fled and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

Across the barren fields of memory when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,The aching soul shall find its native rest and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

Out of the night that covers me with shade weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and shines radiant through the passing storm.

In silent hours when all the world is still our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief to bless the lives of others in their need.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The ship sailed outward never to return and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk in whispers to the overburdened breast,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and life awakens from the frozen ground.

We look before and after in our grief rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The lamp flickers low within the room and felt the darkness enter in our souls,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace and find in solitude its quiet strength.

The heavy burden that the silent bear when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The heavy burden that the silent bear weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

We look before and after in our grief black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and shines radiant through the passing storm.