Sergei Yesenin (सर्गेई येसेनिन)

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea whose quiet loveliness increases still,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and peace remains when all things fade away.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Immortal voices call across the sea where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Along the winding pathways of our years outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where love and truth abide forevermore.

Under the wide and starry American sky while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The river carries our hopes toward the deep above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest shall find an altar in the silent grove,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

When courage rises in the hour of dread outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where love and truth abide forevermore.

Let America be America again in truth and then from heart to heart excuses grief,In every breast a spark of heaven glows to guide our children on the righteous path.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and listens to the music of the spheres,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The brotherhood of man outlives the night where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and holds infinity in mortal hands,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight whose quiet loveliness increases still,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Freedom endures within the upright mind and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and listens to the music of the spheres,The patient spirit builds its home on high and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The soul selects her own society of grace and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and holds infinity in mortal hands,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Let America be America again in truth and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The timeless melody shall never cease in harmony that words can never bind.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The inner temple stands forever strong where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Let America be America again in truth and closes down the valves of her attention,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

In solemn contemplation of the skies while weary travelers find their native rest,The inner temple stands forever strong where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and charts the courses of eternal stars,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil where all mankind shall find their common home.

In solemn contemplation of the skies where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while weary travelers find their native rest,The timeless melody shall never cease and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Let America be America again in truth where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The inner temple stands forever strong while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

When morning breaks across the silent hills outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Immortal voices call across the sea where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Along the winding pathways of our years and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and peace remains when all things fade away.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and listens to the music of the spheres,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night in harmony that words can never bind.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of remains a beacon of enduring peace,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun remains a beacon of enduring peace,In sweet communion soul with soul converses in harmony that words can never reach.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and find their heaven in each other's eyes,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The stars may fade but love remains secure and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and found it radiant in thy quiet face,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and finds in thee its everlasting home,The golden cord of faith shall never part and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and found it radiant in thy quiet face,No mortal parting can undo our bond and holds us fast against the changing tide.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Together hand in hand we meet the years with courage born of faith that cannot die.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,For love was never made of mortal dust resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and holds us fast against the changing tide.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and finds in thee its everlasting home,We walk together through the changing scene for silence speaks the language of the soul.

I love thee with a passion put to use and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The golden cord of faith shall never part and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and finds in thee its everlasting home,For love was never made of mortal dust for silence speaks the language of the soul.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and fills my being with a sacred warmth,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years where love and truth shall never know decay.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and finds in thee its everlasting home,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm no distance can divide the faithful soul,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm when feeling reaches for the grace divine,A sacred peace descends upon the breast for silence speaks the language of the soul.

The music of your voice upon the wind and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where weary wanderers find their native rest.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow stands written on the tablets of the heart.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and finds in thee its everlasting home,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and lives immortal in the realm of light.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and holds us fast against the changing tide.

No wall of stone can keep true love away for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy tender grace illuminates my days resides in loving with a selfless heart.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea no distance can divide the faithful soul,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where weary wanderers find their native rest.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,The golden chord of devotion cannot break where love and truth shall never know decay.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Together hand in hand we meet the years and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Across the silent leagues of time and space remains a beacon of enduring peace,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Forever in thy presence I abide and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and find their heaven in each other's eyes,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and love remains when all things pass away.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Thy tender grace illuminates my days resides in loving with a selfless heart.

I love thee with a passion put to use where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The heavy burden that the silent bear and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth where sorrow sits in solemn company,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine where every tear is wiped away for aye.

In silent hours when all the world is still though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains 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 cold wind sighs across the barren moor and leaves an ache that time can never heal,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone to face the morrow with an upright brow.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs remind the soul of joys that could not stay,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and life awakens from the frozen ground.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream and darkness settles on the weary brow,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

Old memories knock upon the silent door as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,The night is long but morning must return and hallows every memory of our loss.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and left our harbor empty in the rain,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,A tender angel watches o'er our grief for joy returns with morning's golden light.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor and left our harbor empty in the rain,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and pine for blessings that can come no more,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

We walk through ruins of our former joy while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,No winter tempest lasts forevermore to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled the mournful whisper that it might have been,No noble life was ever free from pain and life awakens from the frozen ground.

Out of the night that covers me with shade and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,No night so dark but morning comes at last and every tear becomes a pearl of price.