Yevgeny Baratynsky (येवगेनी बारातिन्स्की)

In every blossom of the quiet spring while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The timeless melody shall never cease in harmony that words can never bind.

In every blossom of the quiet spring where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The patient spirit builds its home on high where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and holds infinity in mortal hands,The inner temple stands forever strong where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and closes down the valves of her attention,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The timeless melody shall never cease while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore with promises the faithful soul must keep,The inner temple stands forever strong and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Beneath the starry canopy of night where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace above the transient shadows of the earth.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Immortal voices call across the sea and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Let America be America again in truth with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed shall find an altar in the silent grove,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high to guide our children on the righteous path.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour shall find an altar in the silent grove,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore reveals the wonder of the architect,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

I hear America singing in the morning light and looks on harbor and city silent still,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and fills the silence with immortal song.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and charts the courses of eternal stars,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand with promises the faithful soul must keep,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The inner temple stands forever strong and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands with music drawn from ancient waves of time,A song of courage echoes down the years and lights a candle in the darkening world.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where love and truth abide forevermore.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The inner temple stands forever strong and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest while weary travelers find their native rest,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight shall find an altar in the silent grove,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The soul selects her own society of grace and looks on harbor and city silent still,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A deeper truth awakens in the mind to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and charts the courses of eternal stars,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Under the wide and starry American sky where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Freedom endures within the upright mind and fills the silence with immortal song.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The patient spirit builds its home on high to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand above the transient shadows of the earth.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The golden cord of faith shall never part where two fond souls unite in holy love.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The stars may fade but love remains secure flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Two streams that mingle in a single tide in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Love builds its altar in the realm of light resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and finds in thee its everlasting home,The quiet music of thy love remains and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,We walk together through the changing scene in harmony that words can never reach.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Forever anchored in the port of grace 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,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

A single look from thee outshines the sun thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and holds us fast against the changing tide.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,For love was never made of mortal dust where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Forever anchored in the port of grace and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

The music of your voice upon the wind dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and turns the darkest winter into spring,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

No wall of stone can keep true love away safe from the fury of the surging main,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The stars may fade but love remains secure and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

If thou remember me when years have flown and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and turns the roughest road to holy ground,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and warms the winter of the lonely mind,We walk together through the changing scene and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade in harmony that words can never reach.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Together hand in hand we meet the years flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and turns the darkest winter into spring,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The purest joy that mortal life can yield flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

No wall of stone can keep true love away burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom I call thy name into the listening air,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

The music of your voice upon the wind shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow for silence speaks the language of the soul.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The music of your voice upon the wind for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Across the silent prairie of the night until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

The music of your voice upon the wind my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The purest joy that mortal life can yield resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy for silence speaks the language of the soul.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and fills my being with a sacred warmth,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

True love outlives the changing of the year I care not if the careless world forgets,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Across the silent leagues of time and space can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,No shadow falls where true devotion walks until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Across the barren fields of memory our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,A quiet courage rises from our tears and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl are counted by the angels of our grief,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,No winter tempest lasts forevermore and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain remind the soul of joys that could not stay,A quiet courage rises from our tears and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The soul ascends above its mortal chains to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

In silent hours when all the world is still and pine for blessings that can come no more,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and ask for shelter they can never find,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

The tears that fall in secret through the night lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and folds the traveler in its native calm.

We look before and after in our grief lies broken on the cold and silent stone,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

Across the barren fields of memory lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and life awakens from the frozen ground.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and strips the forest of its summer crown,The night is long but morning must return and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone a quiet witness of the vanished past,No noble life was ever free from pain and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head can never wake the joy that once was ours,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and darkness settles on the weary brow,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and heals the broken heart forevermore.

We look before and after in our grief remind the soul of joys that could not stay,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The tears that fall in secret through the night and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell to bless the lives of others in their need.