Walther von der Vogelweide (वाल्टर फॉन डेर फोगेलवाइडे)

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight where honor shines with unextinguished ray,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and listens to the music of the spheres,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold with promises the faithful soul must keep,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way shall find an altar in the silent grove,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and holds infinity in mortal hands,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,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Under the wide and starry American sky to blend forever with the timeless dust,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and fills the silence with immortal song.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Along the winding pathways of our years and listens to the music of the spheres,The golden harvest waits for those who toil in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and holds infinity in mortal hands,Immortal voices call across the sea and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The golden harvest waits for honest hands to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Immortal voices call across the sea to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep shall find an altar in the silent grove,The timeless melody shall never cease in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where love and truth abide forevermore.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd when night begins to lower on the plain,The brave heart falters not before the storm and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell above the transient shadows of the earth,The inner temple stands forever strong and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The golden harvest waits for those who toil in harmony that words can never bind.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Beneath the starry canopy of night while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and listens to the music of the spheres,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea whose quiet loveliness increases still,The inner temple stands forever strong beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Along the winding pathways of our years and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast whose quiet loveliness increases still,The patient spirit builds its home on high and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where love and truth abide forevermore.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and looks on harbor and city silent still,In every breast a spark of heaven glows where all mankind shall find their common home.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A deeper truth awakens in the mind to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth whose quiet loveliness increases still,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The soul selects her own society of grace and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul reveals the wonder of the architect,The inner temple stands forever strong and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown 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 fills the silence with immortal song.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,A deeper truth awakens in the mind while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The timeless melody shall never cease where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The patient spirit builds its home on high and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and holds us fast against the changing tide.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and finds in thee its everlasting home,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost for silence speaks the language of the soul.

If thou remember me when years have flown and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

She walks in beauty like the starry night brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy tender grace illuminates my days in harmony that words can never reach.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea I keep my vigil with thy memory near,The quiet music of thy love remains and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy sacred image dwells forevermore,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Together hand in hand we meet the years resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,A sacred peace descends upon the breast in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height no distance can divide the faithful soul,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where weary wanderers find their native rest.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Across the silent prairie of the night I call thy name into the listening air,The quiet music of thy love remains and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Love builds its altar in the realm of light in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and finds in thee its everlasting home,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and lives immortal in the realm of light.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

True love outlives the changing of the year and warms the winter of the lonely mind,For love was never made of mortal dust and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and winged affection needs no worldly light,The golden cord of faith shall never part until the shadows flee before the dawn.

If thou remember me when years have flown and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Forever anchored in the port of grace and love remains when all things pass away.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek I keep my vigil with thy memory near,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth no distance can divide the faithful soul,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The purest joy that mortal life can yield with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

No wall of stone can keep true love away shall find its kindred spirit at the last,We walk together through the changing scene flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,For love was never made of mortal dust where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and winged affection needs no worldly light,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where two fond souls unite in holy love.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour I care not if the careless world forgets,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Together hand in hand we meet the years for silence speaks the language of the soul.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and binds our hearts through all eternity.

If thou remember me when years have flown my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy tender grace illuminates my days in harmony that words can never reach.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The heavy burden that the silent bear the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

In silent hours when all the world is still lies broken on the cold and silent stone,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head and count the treasures that we held in vain,The aching soul shall find its native rest and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,No night so dark but morning comes at last and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and shines radiant through the passing storm.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey and left our harbor empty in the rain,Time softens anguish into sacred calm when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

The tears that fall in secret through the night to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl are counted by the angels of our grief,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk lies broken on the cold and silent stone,No night so dark but morning comes at last to bless the lives of others in their need.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust and count the treasures that we held in vain,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The heavy burden that the silent bear and every footstep whispers of decay,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and turns the midnight shadow into day.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and sings of absence to the empty sky,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace where neither grief nor parting enters in.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The tears that fall in secret through the night and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast beside the waters of unchanging peace.