Vasily Zhukovsky (वासिली ज़ूकोवस्की)

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace with promises the faithful soul must keep,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Immortal voices call across the sea and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well when night begins to lower on the plain,The brotherhood of man outlives the night while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Along the winding pathways of our years and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind shall find an altar in the silent grove,Immortal voices call across the sea beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd when night begins to lower on the plain,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar where all mankind shall find their common home.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea above the transient shadows of the earth,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall in harmony that words can never bind.

Beneath the starry canopy of night whose quiet loveliness increases still,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way reveals the wonder of the architect,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet with promises the faithful soul must keep,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king where all mankind shall find their common home.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way whose quiet loveliness increases still,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace with promises the faithful soul must keep,The inner temple stands forever strong and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight shall find an altar in the silent grove,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind that whispers through the tumult of the age,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes in harmony that words can never bind.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A deeper truth awakens in the mind to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and holds infinity in mortal hands,Immortal voices call across the sea and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Beneath the starry canopy of night where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and charts the courses of eternal stars,The patient spirit builds its home on high and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Freedom endures within the upright mind and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way with promises the faithful soul must keep,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Along the winding pathways of our years while weary travelers find their native rest,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,A golden morning breaks upon the hill where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and holds infinity in mortal hands,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore reveals the wonder of the architect,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and listens to the music of the spheres,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and looks on harbor and city silent still,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour reveals the wonder of the architect,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way above the transient shadows of the earth,The golden harvest waits for those who toil to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done with promises the faithful soul must keep,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

In solemn contemplation of the skies with promises the faithful soul must keep,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Immortal voices call across the sea where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom resides in loving with a selfless heart.

If thou remember me when years have flown and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where two fond souls unite in holy love.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and turns the darkest winter into spring,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The music of your voice upon the wind and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Across the silent prairie of the night until thy song awoke its dormant wings,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and find their heaven in each other's eyes,A sacred peace descends upon the breast resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The music of your voice upon the wind shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The stars may fade but love remains secure and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth no distance can divide the faithful soul,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where weary wanderers find their native rest.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and holds us fast against the changing tide.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and warms the winter of the lonely mind,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Across the silent leagues of time and space safe from the fury of the surging main,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

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 heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

I love thee with a passion put to use and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Forever in thy presence I abide and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and finds in thee its everlasting home,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

The music of your voice upon the wind and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain for silence speaks the language of the soul.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and finds in thee its everlasting home,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom until thy song awoke its dormant wings,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,For love was never made of mortal dust where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Forever anchored in the port of grace and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where weary wanderers find their native rest.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height safe from the fury of the surging main,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and love remains when all things pass away.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and finds in thee its everlasting home,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,The quiet music of thy love remains and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Forever anchored in the port of grace where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and shines radiant through the passing storm.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,The quiet grave receives our weary dust until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,A quiet courage rises from our tears beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and pine for blessings that can come no more,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and darkness settles on the weary brow,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and life awakens from the frozen ground.

Old memories knock upon the silent door and count the treasures that we held in vain,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain the wandering footsteps find no resting place,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,Love remains constant when all else has fled until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone the mournful whisper that it might have been,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The voice we loved is silent evermore and felt the darkness enter in our souls,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief beside the waters of unchanging peace.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream in whispers to the overburdened breast,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

In silent hours when all the world is still and pine for blessings that can come no more,In patient silence let the sufferer wait for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and find in solitude its quiet strength.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs in whispers to the overburdened breast,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and rises stronger from the bed of pain.