I lit a candle in solitude With it I lit my dreams, True, I glimpsed a miracle then And my childhood smiled at my youth. . . . . The time! That morn! The dawn! Blessed was I then, more than I am now, I long for my golden days! For the grace of That never-returning dawn, the dance of twilight upon the lawn! The years, those stolen moments, slipped away . . . I know how Time moves thus—the subtle thief! Yet my heart aches for those precious eves, Let the present drown in forgetting, let the coveted past return! That silent point where I lived, but only for a while, I neither touched nor felt a thing, A deep breath sighs for the rainbow my hands never knew. And now I weep for solitude amid the crowd! Darkness has touched my soul, Anger and malice have veiled the night forever: This is no despair, no anxious phantom, But being lost in half-awakened sleep! What is this but the dance of eternal spring? The blazing sky at night, though interrupted, The pandemonium of the deaf and dumb! A colourful procession of satanic verses! With a gesture alone— The flame spreads through my mind, my soul. Endless darkness pierces only once— And the charms of wild life catch my eye. Again the wraithlike shadows fade; The world within waits in transparent darkness— Even eternity stops. Ah! Dreadful! Fixed upon the greatest vow ever made! What can rival the music of silence? Who can match the God within you? What can rival the subtlety of the soul? Who can match a friend whose heart towers above Heaven? I wondered, I wonder, and perhaps I shall wonder forever . . . The answer sleeps in the lap of Eternity, forever unexplored . . . The sweetest songs remain unsung, the sweetest dreams undreamt, the sweetest moments untouched . . . Life is but a dream dreamt by a fool, a walk never taken, a beauty never felt . . . Love is the soul within, not without—a feeling never truly known, a journey never complete . . . And the sweetest words will never do justice to love, and so never to life . . . Nature—the greatest temple, the towering column, the beating heart of souls Sometimes a hidden soliloquy breeds symbols cryptic and strange; Through the never-ending woods men pass in silence While the ancient trees watch them with their ageless eyes! Many an echo drifts from a land—distant, deep, mysterious, Darkness descends all at once through a sublime grandeur! All the colours, all the scents offer their answers to searching souls. Some drift soft as the organ's music; Verdant in the prairie, gentle as a child's touch; The others—the victors, the wealthy . . . yet alone! Brought down to earth from heaven's height . .
I’ll adore this silent mountain forever,
And this forest that hides my sight from the farthest horizon.
I still stare at the wide sky
Consoling myself with the endless enigma spread universe around
Celestial silence, unmixed bliss.
Where the mind is without fear, audacity of hope
Makes the melody of wind through the boughs of trees.
I blend that music with the endless silence;
The springs peep ceaselessly, and
The present teaches love for its presence.
All the voices fade away to sink me into the ocean of thoughts.
I’ve always adored such eternal nectar.
All the sensibilities kiss our soul with the greatest mystery ever-unexplored.