Taras Shevchenko (तारास शेवचेंको)

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and charts the courses of eternal stars,The patient spirit builds its home on high and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace whose quiet loveliness increases still,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and sorrow melts into serene repose.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Along the winding pathways of our years and holds infinity in mortal hands,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

In solemn contemplation of the skies while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while weary travelers find their native rest,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Honor remains when monuments decay where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and holds infinity in mortal hands,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

In every blossom of the quiet spring while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and guides the nation toward the rising sun,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

When morning breaks across the silent hills while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Immortal voices call across the sea in harmony that words can never bind.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell reveals the wonder of the architect,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and then from heart to heart excuses grief,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn above the transient shadows of the earth.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest that whispers through the tumult of the age,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast reveals the wonder of the architect,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Let America be America again in truth and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The prairie wind carries the ancient name to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown in harmony that words can never bind.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast where honor shines with unextinguished ray,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Under the wide and starry American sky life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow above the transient shadows of the earth.

When courage rises in the hour of dread with promises the faithful soul must keep,A noble purpose sanctifies our days beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and looks on harbor and city silent still,A golden morning breaks upon the hill above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and holds infinity in mortal hands,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and marks the turning of the wheel of time,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet when night begins to lower on the plain,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

When courage rises in the hour of dread that whispers through the tumult of the age,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where love and truth abide forevermore.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Beneath the starry canopy of night reveals the wonder of the architect,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The music of your voice upon the wind and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The purest joy that mortal life can yield in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,For love was never made of mortal dust where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

A single look from thee outshines the sun where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy sacred image dwells forevermore,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth I care not if the careless world forgets,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

A single look from thee outshines the sun until thy song awoke its dormant wings,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and love remains when all things pass away.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and winged affection needs no worldly light,We walk together through the changing scene for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek thy grace descends upon my weary soul,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

The music of your voice upon the wind remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom with courage born of faith that cannot die.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Forever anchored in the port of grace and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and warms the winter of the lonely mind,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and love remains when all things pass away.

True love outlives the changing of the year dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The music of your voice upon the wind can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy in harmony that words can never reach.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

The music of your voice upon the wind and winged affection needs no worldly light,The golden cord of faith shall never part where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

If thou remember me when years have flown and find their heaven in each other's eyes,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek I call thy name into the listening air,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Together hand in hand we meet the years where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

No distance can divide two kindred souls I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and love remains when all things pass away.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Forever in thy presence I abide stands written on the tablets of the heart.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Forever anchored in the port of grace and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide safe from the fury of the surging main,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know I call thy name into the listening air,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Across the silent leagues of time and space of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Forever anchored in the port of grace and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

True love outlives the changing of the year shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Together hand in hand we meet the years and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam in whispers to the overburdened breast,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The tears that fall in secret through the night and darkness settles on the weary brow,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

In silent hours when all the world is still black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Love remains constant when all else has fled and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and sings of absence to the empty sky,The twilight passes into eternal dawn where neither grief nor parting enters in.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled remind the soul of joys that could not stay,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

We look before and after in our grief and every footstep whispers of decay,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain to face the trials of the coming year.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain and points the seeker to the eternal day.

The tears that fall in secret through the night and pine for blessings that can come no more,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains a quiet witness of the vanished past,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies to face the trials of the coming year.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and count the treasures that we held in vain,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

Across the barren fields of memory lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,No noble life was ever free from pain and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,No night so dark but morning comes at last and heals the broken heart forevermore.