Thomas Mann (थॉमस मान)

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and peace remains when all things fade away.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and charts the courses of eternal stars,The timeless melody shall never cease and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and fills the silence with immortal song.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The timeless melody shall never cease and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Along the winding pathways of our years and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast above the transient shadows of the earth,Immortal voices call across the sea and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where love and truth abide forevermore.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind when night begins to lower on the plain,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods with promises the faithful soul must keep,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The soul selects her own society of grace where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

When courage rises in the hour of dread that whispers through the tumult of the age,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Freedom endures within the upright mind and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and guides the nation toward the rising sun,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

In solemn contemplation of the skies while weary travelers find their native rest,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Let America be America again in truth with music drawn from ancient waves of time,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace with promises the faithful soul must keep,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

I hear America singing in the morning light and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind shall find an altar in the silent grove,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore whose quiet loveliness increases still,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and peace remains when all things fade away.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and looks on harbor and city silent still,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The timeless melody shall never cease and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed whose quiet loveliness increases still,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief above the transient shadows of the earth.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,A song of courage echoes down the years and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The patient spirit builds its home on high in harmony that words can never bind.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood with promises the faithful soul must keep,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and lights a candle in the darkening world.

In every blossom of the quiet spring reveals the wonder of the architect,The patient spirit builds its home on high beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods reveals the wonder of the architect,The golden harvest waits for those who toil while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The golden harvest waits for honest hands where all mankind shall find their common home.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands when night begins to lower on the plain,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Forever anchored in the port of grace and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy with courage born of faith that cannot die.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The stars may fade but love remains secure flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Together hand in hand we meet the years and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Across the silent leagues of time and space when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom resides in loving with a selfless heart.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Forever in thy presence I abide and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Across the silent leagues of time and space for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn safe from the fury of the surging main,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and guides me safely to the haven sought.

No wall of stone can keep true love away brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Forever in thy presence I abide and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where two fond souls unite in holy love.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and binds our hearts through all eternity.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name remains a beacon of enduring peace,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where weary wanderers find their native rest.

No wall of stone can keep true love away for love takes flight upon immortal wings,For love was never made of mortal dust where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore I call thy name into the listening air,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Across the silent prairie of the night and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,In every beat my heart repeats thy name where love and truth shall never know decay.

No wall of stone can keep true love away for love takes flight upon immortal wings,We walk together through the changing scene with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Together hand in hand we meet the years and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind thy grace descends upon my weary soul,The quiet music of thy love remains and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and love remains when all things pass away.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and found it radiant in thy quiet face,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

The music of your voice upon the wind and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

If thou remember me when years have flown my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The golden cord of faith shall never part and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and turns the darkest winter into spring,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

No wall of stone can keep true love away no distance can divide the faithful soul,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

In silent hours when all the world is still when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and shines radiant through the passing storm.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart until he reaches freedom's open shore.

We look before and after in our grief the wandering footsteps find no resting place,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair remind the soul of joys that could not stay,The soul ascends above its mortal chains for joy returns with morning's golden light.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night where sorrow sits in solemn company,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and strips the forest of its summer crown,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

Across the barren fields of memory black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The ship sailed outward never to return where sorrow sits in solemn company,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and turns the midnight shadow into day.

Across the barren fields of memory black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and felt the darkness enter in our souls,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and find in solitude its quiet strength.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The soul ascends above its mortal chains when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

A broken melody upon the lute and strips the forest of its summer crown,No human hand can wipe those tears away above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

Out of the night that covers me with shade when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and folds the traveler in its native calm.