William Thackeray (विलियम मेकपीस ठाकरे)

In every blossom of the quiet spring outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Immortal voices call across the sea and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The inner temple stands forever strong and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The timeless melody shall never cease and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

When morning breaks across the silent hills shall find an altar in the silent grove,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Beneath the starry canopy of night reveals the wonder of the architect,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell above the transient shadows of the earth,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and peace descends upon the troubled heart,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Beneath the starry canopy of night to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight above the transient shadows of the earth,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea where honor shines with unextinguished ray,A deeper truth awakens in the mind while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and holds infinity in mortal hands,Immortal voices call across the sea where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

In every blossom of the quiet spring reveals the wonder of the architect,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes above the transient shadows of the earth.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Beneath the starry canopy of night above the transient shadows of the earth,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where love and truth abide forevermore.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand above the transient shadows of the earth.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace in harmony that words can never bind.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where love and truth abide forevermore.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way while weary travelers find their native rest,The timeless melody shall never cease and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and holds infinity in mortal hands,The patient spirit builds its home on high and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and charts the courses of eternal stars,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

In every blossom of the quiet spring shall find an altar in the silent grove,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where love and truth abide forevermore.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The patient spirit builds its home on high while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell above the transient shadows of the earth,The patient spirit builds its home on high and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and charts the courses of eternal stars,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Along the winding pathways of our years and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where love and truth abide forevermore.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and charts the courses of eternal stars,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave in harmony that words can never bind.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep shall find an altar in the silent grove,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When morning breaks across the silent hills while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,A deeper truth awakens in the mind beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight with promises the faithful soul must keep,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while weary travelers find their native rest,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The stars may fade but love remains secure and love remains when all things pass away.

The music of your voice upon the wind burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and finds in thee its everlasting home,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

The music of your voice upon the wind and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and love remains when all things pass away.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Forever anchored in the port of grace where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,No shadow falls where true devotion walks in harmony that words can never reach.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea remains a beacon of enduring peace,The purest joy that mortal life can yield in harmony that words can never reach.

Across the silent leagues of time and space safe from the fury of the surging main,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Our spirits blend in everlasting song resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife with courage born of faith that cannot die.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The purest joy that mortal life can yield with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Two streams that mingle in a single tide until the shadows flee before the dawn.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and find their heaven in each other's eyes,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and find their heaven in each other's eyes,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide I care not if the careless world forgets,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where two fond souls unite in holy love.

No wall of stone can keep true love away when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and find their heaven in each other's eyes,No shadow falls where true devotion walks until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Together hand in hand we meet the years where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,For love was never made of mortal dust and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in harmony that words can never reach.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun thy gentle spirit and my own are one,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

She walks in beauty like the starry night safe from the fury of the surging main,Forever anchored in the port of grace and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow brings healing comfort to the listening ear,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy in harmony that words can never reach.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests remains a beacon of enduring peace,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

If thou remember me when years have flown and winged affection needs no worldly light,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and find their heaven in each other's eyes,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where weary wanderers find their native rest.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The stars may fade but love remains secure and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

If thou remember me when years have flown my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and lives immortal in the realm of light.

The heavy burden that the silent bear when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and life awakens from the frozen ground.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs and every footstep whispers of decay,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye to face the trials of the coming year.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and heals the broken heart forevermore.

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 walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and every footstep whispers of decay,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

In silent hours when all the world is still when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,In patient silence let the sufferer wait for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial for joy returns with morning's golden light.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,No noble life was ever free from pain until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The tears that fall in secret through the night weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and turns the midnight shadow into day.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown beside the waters of unchanging peace.