The Farm, from Pan Tadeusz - Adam Mickiewicz

O Lithuania, my native land, 

you are like health--so valued when lost 

beyond recovery; let these words now stand

restoring you, redeeming exile's cost.

In winter - Maksim Bahdanovich

Hail, frosty evening, ringing, calling,

Hail, crunching crisp, soft spread of snow,

No snowstorm blows, the wind has fallen,

And freely the light sledges go.

Not a star - Grigore Vieru

Not a star is poor

As long as it is seen

Not a nation being needy

As long as it has a song, a speech.

This Humanity, a Tale - Ali Znaidi

This humanity, this diversity

like endless lightning through

the night.

He said, don't sleep - Dunash ben Labrat

He said, "Don't sleep. Drink old wine

with myrrh and lilies, henna and aloes,

in an orchard of pomegranates, palm, and vines

full of pleasant plants and tamarisks, to the hum of fountains

and the throb of lutes,

to the sound of singers, flutes, and lyres.

Charity - Ivan Blatný

Hearken, the rivers won’t be frozen this winter

or nearly any other winter for that matter

this is a milde climate

Have You Been at Carrick? - Edward Walsh

Have you been at Carrick, and saw my true-love there?

And saw you her features, all beautiful, bright, and fair?

The Surpassing of Danger - Yannis Ritsos

Every so often a star or a voice

falls so deep, that he supports himself

on the railing of the balcony or holding a hand

(if there is a hand) lest he collapse inside himself.

Zehaal-E-Miskeen - Amir Khosrow

Do not overlook my misery,

by blandishing your eyes and weaving tales,

My patience has over-brimmed, O sweetheart!

Full Moon - Fabio Fiallo

Over the green prairie, with hushed voices,

    We wandered, she and I.

The moon rose clear and bright above the mountain,

    The nightingale was singing to the sky.