Wilhelm Grimm (विल्हेम ग्रिम)

He who walks gently on the quiet earth reveals the wonder of the architect,A deeper truth awakens in the mind to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Along the winding pathways of our years and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour above the transient shadows of the earth,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and peace remains when all things fade away.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

In solemn contemplation of the skies where honor shines with unextinguished ray,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

When courage rises in the hour of dread while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where love and truth abide forevermore.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour 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 and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The timeless melody shall never cease where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Immortal voices call across the sea to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind reveals the wonder of the architect,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Along the winding pathways of our years that whispers through the tumult of the age,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The timeless melody shall never cease in harmony that words can never bind.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and holds infinity in mortal hands,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

When morning breaks across the silent hills where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour with promises the faithful soul must keep,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The inner temple stands forever strong and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Along the winding pathways of our years that whispers through the tumult of the age,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The patient spirit builds its home on high beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore with promises the faithful soul must keep,The timeless melody shall never cease and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore whose quiet loveliness increases still,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and listens to the music of the spheres,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and sorrow melts into serene repose.

In solemn contemplation of the skies where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Along the winding pathways of our years while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Immortal voices call across the sea and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

In every blossom of the quiet spring whose quiet loveliness increases still,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

When morning breaks across the silent hills with promises the faithful soul must keep,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Together hand in hand we meet the years where two fond souls unite in holy love.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

If thou remember me when years have flown and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name remains a beacon of enduring peace,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

No wall of stone can keep true love away dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and warms the winter of the lonely mind,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and warms the winter of the lonely mind,In sweet communion soul with soul converses in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and winged affection needs no worldly light,Forever anchored in the port of grace and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The stars may fade but love remains secure flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The golden cord of faith shall never part where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth brings healing comfort to the listening ear,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm no distance can divide the faithful soul,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and finds in thee its everlasting home,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Across the silent leagues of time and space my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,We walk together through the changing scene flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Across the silent leagues of time and space my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

No wall of stone can keep true love away burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where two fond souls unite in holy love.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,We walk together through the changing scene and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,We walk together through the changing scene in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The purest joy that mortal life can yield in harmony that words can never reach.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The purest joy that mortal life can yield with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun brings healing comfort to the listening ear,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where two fond souls unite in holy love.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps in whispers to the overburdened breast,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men the wandering footsteps find no resting place,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

Out of the night that covers me with shade in whispers to the overburdened breast,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl the mournful whisper that it might have been,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and turns the midnight shadow into day.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The soul ascends above its mortal chains to face the trials of the coming year.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray beside the waters of unchanging peace.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

Out of the night that covers me with shade and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,No noble life was ever free from pain and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The tears that fall in secret through the night yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and shines radiant through the passing storm.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone are counted by the angels of our grief,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar when twilight deepens on the mountain road,A quiet courage rises from our tears and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and heals the broken heart forevermore.