Vladimir Mayakovsky (व्लादिमीर मायाकोव्स्की)

In solemn contemplation of the skies while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

When courage rises in the hour of dread outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Under the wide and starry American sky beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The brotherhood of man outlives the night where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Let America be America again in truth to blend forever with the timeless dust,The golden harvest waits for honest hands where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight that whispers through the tumult of the age,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and looks on harbor and city silent still,Honor remains when monuments decay and fills the silence with immortal song.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while weary travelers find their native rest,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Beneath the starry canopy of night to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

I hear America singing in the morning light and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and charts the courses of eternal stars,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul with music drawn from ancient waves of time,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where love and truth abide forevermore.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and looks on harbor and city silent still,Honor remains when monuments decay where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and holds infinity in mortal hands,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Honor remains when monuments decay where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and walked with silence through the sacred grove,A golden morning breaks upon the hill where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

When courage rises in the hour of dread outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Immortal voices call across the sea and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The quiet light of virtue cannot die while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Let America be America again in truth where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and listens to the music of the spheres,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Under the wide and starry American sky and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and fills the silence with immortal song.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and listens to the music of the spheres,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and peace remains when all things fade away.

When morning breaks across the silent hills where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Under the wide and starry American sky to blend forever with the timeless dust,A song of courage echoes down the years and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The patient spirit builds its home on high to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea while weary travelers find their native rest,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

I hear America singing in the morning light with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,A noble purpose sanctifies our days above the transient shadows of the earth.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,For love was never made of mortal dust and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and fills my being with a sacred warmth,The quiet music of thy love remains and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,A sacred peace descends upon the breast resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in harmony that words can never reach.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,For love was never made of mortal dust with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and finds in thee its everlasting home,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore I call thy name into the listening air,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat remains a beacon of enduring peace,In sweet communion soul with soul converses in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Forever anchored in the port of grace and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thy love is better than the richest wine I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

If thou remember me when years have flown can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,The golden cord of faith shall never part and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Across the silent prairie of the night when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The stars may fade but love remains secure and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and fills my being with a sacred warmth,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun I care not if the careless world forgets,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and love remains when all things pass away.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

No wall of stone can keep true love away remains a beacon of enduring peace,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and love remains when all things pass away.

She walks in beauty like the starry night burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy sacred image dwells forevermore,No shadow falls where true devotion walks until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know safe from the fury of the surging main,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and fills my being with a sacred warmth,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,In sweet communion soul with soul converses until the shadows flee before the dawn.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Thy tender grace illuminates my days flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thy love is better than the richest wine whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,No mortal parting can undo our bond and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Forever anchored in the port of grace in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The stars may fade but love remains secure with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and fills my being with a sacred warmth,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Thy tender grace illuminates my days in harmony that words can never reach.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom resides in loving with a selfless heart.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep to face the trials of the coming year.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam are counted by the angels of our grief,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and ask for shelter they can never find,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Love remains constant when all else has fled to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and count the treasures that we held in vain,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs in whispers to the overburdened breast,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep to bless the lives of others in their need.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The ship sailed outward never to return and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The heavy burden that the silent bear black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth can never wake the joy that once was ours,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,A tender angel watches o'er our grief where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and heals the broken heart forevermore.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night can never wake the joy that once was ours,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith until he reaches freedom's open shore.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and rises stronger from the bed of pain.