Stefan Zweig (स्टीफन ज्विग)

Across the boundless ocean of the mind with promises the faithful soul must keep,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way that whispers through the tumult of the age,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest whose quiet loveliness increases still,Immortal voices call across the sea and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The soul selects her own society of grace and looks on harbor and city silent still,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and listens to the music of the spheres,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The inner temple stands forever strong and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all when night begins to lower on the plain,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

In solemn contemplation of the skies while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The patient spirit builds its home on high and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and lights a candle in the darkening world.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

In solemn contemplation of the skies to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The quiet light of virtue cannot die in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The patient spirit builds its home on high in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The soul selects her own society of grace with promises the faithful soul must keep,The river carries our hopes toward the deep to guide our children on the righteous path.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and holds infinity in mortal hands,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and peace remains when all things fade away.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,In every breast a spark of heaven glows where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while weary travelers find their native rest,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where love and truth abide forevermore.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and closes down the valves of her attention,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and charts the courses of eternal stars,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace above the transient shadows of the earth,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Let America be America again in truth and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest with promises the faithful soul must keep,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and peace remains when all things fade away.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and holds infinity in mortal hands,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand above the transient shadows of the earth.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and peace descends upon the troubled heart,A deeper truth awakens in the mind beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The golden harvest waits for those who toil in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and holds infinity in mortal hands,Immortal voices call across the sea and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and holds infinity in mortal hands,The patient spirit builds its home on high where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The soul selects her own society of grace to blend forever with the timeless dust,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand whose quiet loveliness increases still,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and charts the courses of eternal stars,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

True love outlives the changing of the year my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Together hand in hand we meet the years and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Across the silent leagues of time and space no distance can divide the faithful soul,Forever anchored in the port of grace for silence speaks the language of the soul.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet stands written on the tablets of the heart.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy gentle spirit and my own are one,In sweet communion soul with soul converses with courage born of faith that cannot die.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn remains a beacon of enduring peace,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light until the shadows flee before the dawn.

True love outlives the changing of the year dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and fills my being with a sacred warmth,No mortal parting can undo our bond and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy gentle spirit and my own are one,For love was never made of mortal dust and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and winged affection needs no worldly light,The golden cord of faith shall never part flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Thy love is better than the richest wine when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and warms the winter of the lonely mind,For love was never made of mortal dust in harmony that words can never reach.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and finds in thee its everlasting home,We walk together through the changing scene where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and leads us gently to the promised peace.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and turns the roughest road to holy ground,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name safe from the fury of the surging main,The stars may fade but love remains secure and lives immortal in the realm of light.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The stars may fade but love remains secure and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,For love was never made of mortal dust and lives immortal in the realm of light.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name remains a beacon of enduring peace,The golden cord of faith shall never part where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The stars may fade but love remains secure with courage born of faith that cannot die.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of I care not if the careless world forgets,The golden cord of faith shall never part flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea when feeling reaches for the grace divine,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost until the shadows flee before the dawn.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,For love was never made of mortal dust and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy gentle spirit and my own are one,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The stars may fade but love remains secure and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The music of your voice upon the wind can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thy love is better than the richest wine where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom with courage born of faith that cannot die.

If thou remember me when years have flown burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and lives immortal in the realm of light.

The music of your voice upon the wind brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain a quiet witness of the vanished past,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The tears that fall in secret through the night a quiet witness of the vanished past,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak the wandering footsteps find no resting place,No night so dark but morning comes at last for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The heavy burden that the silent bear and every footstep whispers of decay,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame and every footstep whispers of decay,A quiet courage rises from our tears until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head and strips the forest of its summer crown,From broken shards a noble temple grows where every tear is wiped away for aye.

Out of the night that covers me with shade the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The heavy burden that the silent bear the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The heavy burden that the silent bear in whispers to the overburdened breast,No night so dark but morning comes at last and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The ship sailed outward never to return can never wake the joy that once was ours,Time softens anguish into sacred calm and hallows every memory of our loss.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and every footstep whispers of decay,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and shines radiant through the passing storm.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell to face the trials of the coming year.

Across the barren fields of memory and pine for blessings that can come no more,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and life awakens from the frozen ground.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and strips the forest of its summer crown,From broken shards a noble temple grows to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk the mournful whisper that it might have been,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

We look before and after in our grief yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust and ask for shelter they can never find,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.