Wang Wei (वांग वेई)

When morning breaks across the silent hills reveals the wonder of the architect,The timeless melody shall never cease while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and sorrow melts into serene repose.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and listens to the music of the spheres,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The soul selects her own society of grace and closes down the valves of her attention,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When morning breaks across the silent hills outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The inner temple stands forever strong and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour that whispers through the tumult of the age,A deeper truth awakens in the mind while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Along the winding pathways of our years above the transient shadows of the earth,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore whose quiet loveliness increases still,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and charts the courses of eternal stars,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood with promises the faithful soul must keep,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The timeless melody shall never cease and sorrow melts into serene repose.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore while weary travelers find their native rest,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die to blend forever with the timeless dust,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The patient spirit builds its home on high in harmony that words can never bind.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest shall find an altar in the silent grove,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace to blend forever with the timeless dust,The brave heart falters not before the storm and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When morning breaks across the silent hills that whispers through the tumult of the age,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Under the wide and starry American sky with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The brotherhood of man outlives the night while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes in harmony that words can never bind.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The quiet light of virtue cannot die in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Beneath the starry canopy of night to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Freedom endures within the upright mind where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed to guide the seeker through the wilderness,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

In every blossom of the quiet spring while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The soul selects her own society of grace and walked with silence through the sacred grove,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight whose quiet loveliness increases still,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Under the wide and starry American sky with promises the faithful soul must keep,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and lights a candle in the darkening world.

When courage rises in the hour of dread outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun I care not if the careless world forgets,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where weary wanderers find their native rest.

She walks in beauty like the starry night dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where weary wanderers find their native rest.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Across the silent prairie of the night until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Forever in thy presence I abide and holds us fast against the changing tide.

No wall of stone can keep true love away remains a beacon of enduring peace,In sweet communion soul with soul converses for silence speaks the language of the soul.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,A sacred peace descends upon the breast resides in loving with a selfless heart.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and fills my being with a sacred warmth,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Forever anchored in the port of grace and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,For love was never made of mortal dust and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

No wall of stone can keep true love away dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where two fond souls unite in holy love.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and turns the darkest winter into spring,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart I care not if the careless world forgets,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of no distance can divide the faithful soul,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light I call thy name into the listening air,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Two streams that mingle in a single tide resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where two fond souls unite in holy love.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy grace descends upon my weary soul,No mortal parting can undo our bond and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

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 lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and winged affection needs no worldly light,We walk together through the changing scene and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and find their heaven in each other's eyes,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The music of your voice upon the wind and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights where love and truth shall never know decay.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain in harmony that words can never reach.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Together hand in hand we meet the years with courage born of faith that cannot die.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat I care not if the careless world forgets,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Our spirits blend in everlasting song in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,The quiet music of thy love remains and guides me safely to the haven sought.

If thou remember me when years have flown safe from the fury of the surging main,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where weary wanderers find their native rest.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

We look before and after in our grief and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell to bless the lives of others in their need.

The ship sailed outward never to return and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and hallows every memory of our loss.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound when twilight deepens on the mountain road,No noble life was ever free from pain and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and darkness settles on the weary brow,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The tears that fall in secret through the night weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The ship sailed outward never to return where sorrow sits in solemn company,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone and hears the distant tolling of the bell,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

We look before and after in our grief and every footstep whispers of decay,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,A quiet courage rises from our tears where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

Old memories knock upon the silent door while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and hallows every memory of our loss.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone the wandering footsteps find no resting place,No night so dark but morning comes at last and life awakens from the frozen ground.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and leaves an ache that time can never heal,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

We look before and after in our grief rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and darkness settles on the weary brow,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.