Zhuangzi (झुआंगत्से)

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The patient spirit builds its home on high to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Immortal voices call across the sea and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore whose quiet loveliness increases still,The inner temple stands forever strong and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and peace descends upon the troubled heart,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and peace remains when all things fade away.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast reveals the wonder of the architect,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Under the wide and starry American sky and closes down the valves of her attention,Freedom endures within the upright mind where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and holds infinity in mortal hands,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and peace remains when all things fade away.

Along the winding pathways of our years and holds infinity in mortal hands,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and peace remains when all things fade away.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood to blend forever with the timeless dust,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire above the transient shadows of the earth.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace that whispers through the tumult of the age,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and lights a candle in the darkening world.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and listens to the music of the spheres,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and peace descends upon the troubled heart,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and charts the courses of eternal stars,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night in harmony that words can never bind.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and closes down the valves of her attention,A golden morning breaks upon the hill while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and holds infinity in mortal hands,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where love and truth abide forevermore.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour whose quiet loveliness increases still,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and peace remains when all things fade away.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The patient spirit builds its home on high and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all beneath the banner of unyielding hope,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar to guide our children on the righteous path.

In every blossom of the quiet spring while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth beneath the banner of unyielding hope,A song of courage echoes down the years where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

In solemn contemplation of the skies to guide the seeker through the wilderness,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way while weary travelers find their native rest,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The inner temple stands forever strong and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and peace remains when all things fade away.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and fills the silence with immortal song.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea whose quiet loveliness increases still,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where love and truth abide forevermore.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun safe from the fury of the surging main,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where two fond souls unite in holy love.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and found it radiant in thy quiet face,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth shall find its kindred spirit at the last,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and finds in thee its everlasting home,The quiet music of thy love remains and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and winged affection needs no worldly light,The stars may fade but love remains secure and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm no distance can divide the faithful soul,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests safe from the fury of the surging main,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

The music of your voice upon the wind of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Forever anchored in the port of grace and love remains when all things pass away.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind safe from the fury of the surging main,Two streams that mingle in a single tide in harmony that words can never reach.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Across the silent leagues of time and space remains a beacon of enduring peace,Together hand in hand we meet the years where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy love is better than the richest wine that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace where love and truth shall never know decay.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

She walks in beauty like the starry night can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,The stars may fade but love remains secure and leads us gently to the promised peace.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and turns the darkest winter into spring,The quiet music of thy love remains and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow remains a beacon of enduring peace,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth I care not if the careless world forgets,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,We walk together through the changing scene in harmony that words can never reach.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,We walk together through the changing scene resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where two fond souls unite in holy love.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore I call thy name into the listening air,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Love builds its altar in the realm of light with courage born of faith that cannot die.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

True love outlives the changing of the year my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Our spirits blend in everlasting song flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

In silent hours when all the world is still yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

Out of the night that covers me with shade yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

We walk through ruins of our former joy are known to heaven though the world be blind,Time softens anguish into sacred calm where every tear is wiped away for aye.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

In silent hours when all the world is still and darkness settles on the weary brow,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast beside the waters of unchanging peace.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and pine for blessings that can come no more,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The lamp flickers low within the room and count the treasures that we held in vain,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace where neither grief nor parting enters in.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain yet feels the deepest agony of earth,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk the mournful whisper that it might have been,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head and count the treasures that we held in vain,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and find in solitude its quiet strength.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,A tender angel watches o'er our grief when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief beside the waters of unchanging peace.

A broken melody upon the lute and felt the darkness enter in our souls,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled the mournful whisper that it might have been,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and holds the spirit in its loving arms.