Theodor Fontane (थियोडोर फोंटाने)

The light that shines upon the mountain crest above the transient shadows of the earth,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour reveals the wonder of the architect,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace above the transient shadows of the earth,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul with promises the faithful soul must keep,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die beneath the banner of unyielding hope,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and lights a candle in the darkening world.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and holds infinity in mortal hands,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and peace remains when all things fade away.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and fills the silence with immortal song.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore whose quiet loveliness increases still,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed that whispers through the tumult of the age,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

In solemn contemplation of the skies that whispers through the tumult of the age,Immortal voices call across the sea where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still that whispers through the tumult of the age,Immortal voices call across the sea beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and then from heart to heart excuses grief,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore with promises the faithful soul must keep,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth that whispers through the tumult of the age,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and then from heart to heart excuses grief,A song of courage echoes down the years and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

When courage rises in the hour of dread above the transient shadows of the earth,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed shall find an altar in the silent grove,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still when night begins to lower on the plain,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and lights a candle in the darkening world.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and holds infinity in mortal hands,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The brave heart falters not before the storm and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Along the winding pathways of our years and peace descends upon the troubled heart,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand in harmony that words can never bind.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour above the transient shadows of the earth,The patient spirit builds its home on high and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The soul selects her own society of grace and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and charts the courses of eternal stars,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

I hear America singing in the morning light and looks on harbor and city silent still,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The inner temple stands forever strong and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands when night begins to lower on the plain,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight that whispers through the tumult of the age,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

She walks in beauty like the starry night shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief I call thy name into the listening air,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow safe from the fury of the surging main,Our spirits blend in everlasting song in harmony that words can never reach.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough I call thy name into the listening air,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The stars may fade but love remains secure and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart remains a beacon of enduring peace,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and find their heaven in each other's eyes,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,We walk together through the changing scene where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,No mortal parting can undo our bond and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth when feeling reaches for the grace divine,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

I love thee with a passion put to use and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart I care not if the careless world forgets,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Forever anchored in the port of grace and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Within the secret garden of the heart and finds in thee its everlasting home,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and binds our hearts through all eternity.

The music of your voice upon the wind burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and love remains when all things pass away.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and find their heaven in each other's eyes,In sweet communion soul with soul converses until the shadows flee before the dawn.

I love thee with a passion put to use and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat shall find its kindred spirit at the last,We walk together through the changing scene and love remains when all things pass away.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,We walk together through the changing scene and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and find their heaven in each other's eyes,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart for silence speaks the language of the soul.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth no distance can divide the faithful soul,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and finds in thee its everlasting home,For love was never made of mortal dust and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade resides in loving with a selfless heart.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own where love and truth shall never know decay.

The music of your voice upon the wind my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where two fond souls unite in holy love.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl in whispers to the overburdened breast,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough are known to heaven though the world be blind,No winter tempest lasts forevermore until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled are counted by the angels of our grief,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye to bless the lives of others in their need.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and strips the forest of its summer crown,The twilight passes into eternal dawn until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and every footstep whispers of decay,A tender angel watches o'er our grief for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Love remains constant when all else has fled and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,No winter tempest lasts forevermore and points the seeker to the eternal day.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and turns the midnight shadow into day.

Across the barren fields of memory and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The voice we loved is silent evermore beneath the silent burden of our tears,No winter tempest lasts forevermore to face the morrow with an upright brow.

The tears that fall in secret through the night and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,No noble life was ever free from pain and shines radiant through the passing storm.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and darkness settles on the weary brow,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief to bless the lives of others in their need.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled in whispers to the overburdened breast,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.