Terence (टेरेंस)

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight whose quiet loveliness increases still,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Words become lanterns swinging in the deep twilight while faithful stars keep watch across the tranquil sea,A single spark of noble truth can set the night ablaze and turns the barren desert into flowering fields.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way reveals the wonder of the architect,The timeless melody shall never cease above the transient shadows of the earth.

From the deep canyons of memory rises a silver star until the heavens open with an immortal light,The melody endures when instruments have turned to clay and plants the seeds of hope within the silent earth.

Beneath the starry canopy of night outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and holds infinity in mortal hands,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

From the deep canyons of memory rises a silver star and turns the weary journey into sacred song,A sacred peace descends upon the weary head of stone and lifts the heavy burden from the weary mind.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and charts the courses of eternal stars,The timeless melody shall never cease and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

A sudden breeze scatters petals of red hibiscus and whispers secrets known only to the midnight wind,A single spark of noble truth can set the night ablaze and finds its dwelling in the eternal home of grace.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest that whispers through the tumult of the age,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines under distant stars and wakes the sleeping echoes of forgotten love,The melody endures when instruments have turned to clay and leaves a legacy of light that never fades.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and peace descends upon the troubled heart,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and holds infinity in mortal hands,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The yellow butterfly flutters through the silent courtyard while solitary riders vanish beyond the hills,Across the silent pampas rides the spirit of the free and leaves a legacy of light that never fades.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and holds infinity in mortal hands,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

I name the wind and the shadows answer with a song and charts a sacred path through shadows of the past,No wall of stone can shut away the freedom of the soul and lifts the heavy burden from the weary mind.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Immortal voices call across the sea where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

In the vast solitude of time the heart still burns until the heavens open with an immortal light,A single spark of noble truth can set the night ablaze and crowns the patient soul with victory.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

We walked through streets paved with echoes of forgotten songs and crowns the wandering spirit with nocturnal peace,The solitary watchman greets the first pale beam of dawn and keeps its holy covenant with all the stars.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and listens to the music of the spheres,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

A thousand sunsets melt into the quiet Andean dust while distant bells keep vigil over the sleeping town,The timeless mountain towers calm above the passing storm and sings of liberty where chains were broken free.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and peace descends upon the troubled heart,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Through the open archway enters the scent of jasmine and turns the weary journey into sacred song,The truth remains unaltered through the shifting tides of time and watches steadfast till the shadows flee away.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The inner temple stands forever strong and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The patient spirit builds its home on high where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

A solitary bell tolls across the slumbering valley and whispers secrets known only to the midnight wind,The melody endures when instruments have turned to clay and shines unclouded through the tempest of the world.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace whose quiet loveliness increases still,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

A thousand sunsets melt into the quiet Andean dust while faithful stars keep watch across the tranquil sea,No tyrant's shadow can extinguish wisdom's radiant light and lifts the heavy burden from the weary mind.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests remains a beacon of enduring peace,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Your name upon my lips tastes sweeter than the morning dew and wraps my spirit round with warmth of everlasting spring,In life and death my soul shall keep its covenant with you and answers every sorrow with the music of your voice.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm shall find its kindred spirit at the last,We walk together through the changing scene where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in harmony that words can never reach.

Your eyes are two deep harbors where my vessel finds its rest where every heartbeat whispers of a love that cannot die,Beside you every cross is light and every journey blessed and shields our happy dwelling from the malice of the world.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy sacred image dwells forevermore,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth brings healing comfort to the listening ear,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and lives immortal in the realm of light.

I seek no other paradise than by your faithful side where sacred beauty blossoms like a white celestial flower,The quiet fortress of your love defends against all grief and shelters every tear within the harbor of your peace.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests I care not if the careless world forgets,We walk together through the changing scene and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

True love outlives the changing of the year I care not if the careless world forgets,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

My soul reaches toward your touch like flowers to the sun and shines with steadfast radiance through the shadows of the world,To walk beside you on this earth is blessedness enough and keeps our faithful beacon burning through the night.

The music of your voice upon the wind and warms the winter of the lonely mind,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and leads us gently to the promised peace.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy sacred image dwells forevermore,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Between your breathing and my own there is a single song and blesses every hour with the grace of your sweet smile,The quiet waters of your love sustain my weary spirit and blossoms like a garden in the desert of the days.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Together hand in hand we meet the years and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Your eyes are two deep harbors where my vessel finds its rest and turns the darkest pathway into radiant realms of light,To walk beside you on this earth is blessedness enough and reigns forever radiant where true lovers meet again.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow remains a beacon of enduring peace,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and winged affection needs no worldly light,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

To look upon your face is to behold the dawn renewed and shines with steadfast radiance through the shadows of the world,Forever in the sanctuary of your love I dwell and mirrors heaven's mercy in the kindness of your gaze.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade in harmony that words can never reach.

Across the silent leagues of time and space no distance can divide the faithful soul,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy with courage born of faith that cannot die.

The world was vast and desolate until your voice was heard and lifts my mortal longing to the threshold of the skies,In life and death my soul shall keep its covenant with you and holds our fragile bark secure amid the surging tide.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Together hand in hand we meet the years where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

I gave you all my silent hours and all my spoken dreams and crowns the waking spirit with a joy beyond all words,The beauty of your soul reflects the radiance of the skies and holds our fragile bark secure amid the surging tide.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The stars may fade but love remains secure and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and finds in thee its everlasting home,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Your eyes are two deep harbors where my vessel finds its rest and blesses every hour with the grace of your sweet smile,The whisper of your affection turns the weeping into song and blossoms like a garden in the desert of the days.

The music of your voice upon the wind and winged affection needs no worldly light,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The stars may fade but love remains secure where weary wanderers find their native rest.

My soul reaches toward your touch like flowers to the sun and burns with pure devotion that outlives the fleeting clay,Your tender loyalty remains the anchor of my days and sanctifies our union with the blessing from on high.

Across the silent leagues of time and space remains a beacon of enduring peace,Together hand in hand we meet the years in harmony that words can never reach.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Your eyes are two deep harbors where my vessel finds its rest and blesses every hour with the grace of your sweet smile,No winter tempest can quench out the warmth of our embrace and leaves a fragrant blessing on the thresholds of the heart.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,A sacred peace descends upon the breast for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Two streams that mingle in a single tide for silence speaks the language of the soul.

I gave you all my silent hours and all my spoken dreams and blesses every hour with the grace of your sweet smile,A sacred flame burns quietly within our shared domain and leads our footsteps gently on the road to paradise.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The stars may fade but love remains secure in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The fragrance of your hair clings softly to the evening wind where peace and passion mingle like the river and the sea,To walk beside you on this earth is blessedness enough and shines with undiminished light across the seas of time.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam when twilight deepens on the mountain road,No noble life was ever free from pain and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains a quiet witness of the vanished past,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The mantle of affliction covers every waking hour and leaves the solitary heart to bear its grief alone,The soul that suffered greatly knows the majesty of grief and turns the cry of agony into a sacred hymn.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and pine for blessings that can come no more,The soul ascends above its mortal chains when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The sweetest cup of life was shattered on the stony ground while lonely vigils lengthen through the terror of the night,A calm resign of spirit soothes the throbbing pulse of pain and brings the holy patience that outlives the bitter storm.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and hears the distant tolling of the bell,No noble life was ever free from pain and turns the midnight shadow into day.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and hears the distant tolling of the bell,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The house is empty now where laughter once was heard and turns the song of living to a solemn funeral knell,Through suffering the spirit learns the compassion of the wise and gives to mortal frailty the strength to overcome.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The night is cold and pitiless without a single star and casts a trembling shadow on the wall of cold decay,The pilgrim takes his staff again though weary and alone and teaches human tenderness through suffering endured.

Out of the night that covers me with shade a quiet witness of the vanished past,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and folds the traveler in its native calm.

A heavy sorrow settles down upon the ruined hearth where weeping shadows wander through the corridors of pain,Through suffering the spirit learns the compassion of the wise and leads the faithful heart across the boundary of fear.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and life awakens from the frozen ground.

A broken melody drifts faintly through the deserted hall while lonely vigils lengthen through the terror of the night,The soul that suffered greatly knows the majesty of grief and turns the cry of agony into a sacred hymn.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk lies broken on the cold and silent stone,No noble life was ever free from pain when earthly shadows flee forevermore.