Virgil (वर्जिल)

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore whose quiet loveliness increases still,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and peace descends upon the troubled heart,A noble purpose sanctifies our days in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well to blend forever with the timeless dust,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore shall find an altar in the silent grove,A noble purpose sanctifies our days while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Along the winding pathways of our years and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and holds infinity in mortal hands,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and holds infinity in mortal hands,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Honor remains when monuments decay and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and holds infinity in mortal hands,The inner temple stands forever strong in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and peace descends upon the troubled heart,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The golden harvest waits for honest hands while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour while weary travelers find their native rest,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and sorrow melts into serene repose.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods above the transient shadows of the earth,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and scatters radiance on the waking dew,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The soul selects her own society of grace and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Freedom endures within the upright mind and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore that whispers through the tumult of the age,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and guides the nation toward the rising sun,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and fills the silence with immortal song.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth reveals the wonder of the architect,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The patient spirit builds its home on high where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest that whispers through the tumult of the age,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,A song of courage echoes down the years to guide our children on the righteous path.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The timeless melody shall never cease where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and lights a candle in the darkening wild,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Beneath the starry canopy of night outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest above the transient shadows of the earth,Immortal voices call across the sea and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Freedom endures within the upright mind and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while weary travelers find their native rest,The timeless melody shall never cease while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name remains a beacon of enduring peace,The stars may fade but love remains secure for silence speaks the language of the soul.

If thou remember me when years have flown for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow for silence speaks the language of the soul.

If thou remember me when years have flown dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and leads us gently to the promised peace.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Across the silent leagues of time and space remains a beacon of enduring peace,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and finds in thee its everlasting home,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and binds our hearts through all eternity.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat shall find its kindred spirit at the last,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and leads us gently to the promised peace.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain resides in loving with a selfless heart.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of for love takes flight upon immortal wings,No shadow falls where true devotion walks for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and finds in thee its everlasting home,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and lives immortal in the realm of light.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light resides in loving with a selfless heart.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Together hand in hand we meet the years and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Forever in thy presence I abide and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

If thou remember me when years have flown my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

True love outlives the changing of the year and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height remains a beacon of enduring peace,We walk together through the changing scene and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and turns the darkest winter into spring,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and winged affection needs no worldly light,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

The music of your voice upon the wind and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights where love and truth shall never know decay.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

True love outlives the changing of the year can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,For love was never made of mortal dust and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy love is better than the richest wine I call thy name into the listening air,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Across the silent leagues of time and space shall find its kindred spirit at the last,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Across the barren fields of memory when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

We look before and after in our grief yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and shines radiant through the passing storm.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and every footstep whispers of decay,A quiet courage rises from our tears for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The voice we loved is silent evermore to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs though all the meadowlands be green with spring,In patient silence let the sufferer wait to face the trials of the coming year.

The tears that fall in secret through the night when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor and felt the darkness enter in our souls,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart where every tear is wiped away for aye.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Love remains constant when all else has fled and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,A tender angel watches o'er our grief beside the waters of unchanging peace.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar the mournful whisper that it might have been,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

A broken melody upon the lute and sings of absence to the empty sky,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl and every footstep whispers of decay,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial to bless the lives of others in their need.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and pine for blessings that can come no more,A tender angel watches o'er our grief until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground and felt the darkness enter in our souls,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

Out of the night that covers me with shade a quiet witness of the vanished past,In patient silence let the sufferer wait to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

Out of the night that covers me with shade in whispers to the overburdened breast,No noble life was ever free from pain and shines radiant through the passing storm.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies when earthly shadows flee forevermore.