Wilfred Owen (विल्फ्रेड ओवेन)

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and charts the courses of eternal stars,Immortal voices call across the sea to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and peace descends upon the troubled heart,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where love and truth abide forevermore.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Along the winding pathways of our years and charts the courses of eternal stars,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and holds infinity in mortal hands,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and peace descends upon the troubled heart,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where love and truth abide forevermore.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore above the transient shadows of the earth.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and charts the courses of eternal stars,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The timeless melody shall never cease to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and listens to the music of the spheres,The inner temple stands forever strong and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where love and truth abide forevermore.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The timeless melody shall never cease and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and peace descends upon the troubled heart,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and peace remains when all things fade away.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and holds infinity in mortal hands,The inner temple stands forever strong where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

In solemn contemplation of the skies above the transient shadows of the earth,The timeless melody shall never cease where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Beneath the starry canopy of night with promises the faithful soul must keep,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall in harmony that words can never bind.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and marks the turning of the wheel of time,A deeper truth awakens in the mind above the transient shadows of the earth.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and marks the turning of the wheel of time,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while weary travelers find their native rest,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall above the transient shadows of the earth.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight above the transient shadows of the earth,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour with promises the faithful soul must keep,The golden harvest waits for those who toil in harmony that words can never bind.

When morning breaks across the silent hills that whispers through the tumult of the age,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave above the transient shadows of the earth.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The patient spirit builds its home on high where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

In solemn contemplation of the skies where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Immortal voices call across the sea in harmony that words can never bind.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind where honor shines with unextinguished ray,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and peace remains when all things fade away.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell shall find an altar in the silent grove,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace whose quiet loveliness increases still,Immortal voices call across the sea while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

When courage rises in the hour of dread with promises the faithful soul must keep,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies in harmony that words can never bind.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and listens to the music of the spheres,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart I care not if the careless world forgets,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The golden cord of faith shall never part and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm for love takes flight upon immortal wings,For love was never made of mortal dust and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height remains a beacon of enduring peace,The stars may fade but love remains secure and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and finds in thee its everlasting home,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and love remains when all things pass away.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy gentle spirit and my own are one,We walk together through the changing scene where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and warms the winter of the lonely mind,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Forever anchored in the port of grace and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy until the shadows flee before the dawn.

If thou remember me when years have flown for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Forever anchored in the port of grace and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Across the silent leagues of time and space can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and lives immortal in the realm of light.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know no distance can divide the faithful soul,No shadow falls where true devotion walks for silence speaks the language of the soul.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

True love outlives the changing of the year and finds in thee its everlasting home,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,We walk together through the changing scene and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy gentle spirit and my own are one,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of safe from the fury of the surging main,We walk together through the changing scene flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light resides in loving with a selfless heart.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,For love was never made of mortal dust and lives immortal in the realm of light.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where weary wanderers find their native rest.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom with courage born of faith that cannot die.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,We walk together through the changing scene where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and finds in thee its everlasting home,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,No shadow falls where true devotion walks flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow until the shadows flee before the dawn.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth remains a beacon of enduring peace,For love was never made of mortal dust and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and warms the winter of the lonely mind,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and warms the winter of the lonely mind,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,No night so dark but morning comes at last and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love to bless the lives of others in their need.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk in whispers to the overburdened breast,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled are counted by the angels of our grief,The soul ascends above its mortal chains where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak the mournful whisper that it might have been,No noble life was ever free from pain and folds the traveler in its native calm.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light a quiet witness of the vanished past,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam yet feels the deepest agony of earth,No night so dark but morning comes at last and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

We look before and after in our grief our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,No noble life was ever free from pain when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

Across the barren fields of memory the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak a quiet witness of the vanished past,Love remains constant when all else has fled and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The heavy burden that the silent bear and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,A quiet courage rises from our tears and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak are counted by the angels of our grief,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.