Triumphant march - Rubén Darío

Comes the parade now with one accord,
Marching comes the army and the clear, bright bugling begins.
Fearsome is the glittering of each reflected sword,
With gold and steel amassing the moving paladins.

A Sad State Of Freedom - Nazim Hikmet

You waste the attention of your eyes,
the glittering labour of your hands,
and knead the dough enough for dozens of loaves
of which you'll taste not a morsel;
you are free to slave for others—
you are free to make the rich richer.

Alas! I sigh with languor - Su Hui

Alas! I sigh with languor
Over the one who wandered from the way.

Jesus, refuge of the weary - Girolamo Savonarola

Jesus, refuge of the weary,
blest Redeemer, whom we love,
fountain in life's desert dreary,
Savior from the world above,
often have your eyes, offended,
gazed upon the sinner's fall;
yet, upon the cross extended,
you endured the pain of all.

War Chant - Kai Uwe Faust

The household wanes,
Vil threw a death wave over those
the oar locks wore out for, with the tired mast-top 
Who brought...
Who brought the horde over to the far country?

I'll plant you a rose garden - Fouad Ghazi

I'll plant you a rose garden
And a little tree to give you shade
And spin for you from the light of the sun
A bracelet to adorn your hand

When you ask me where I am - Nazira Berdaly

When you ask me where I am
I could ask myself the same
as I think about life and verses.

Autumn Thoughts - Nikolaus Lenau

Fairest Spring, thou art not here, 
Nowhere, nowhere wilt thou tarry,
Where I saw thy flowers appear, 
Autumn's blasts the dead leaves carry.

Butterfly - Upendra Subba

My one-and-a-half-year-old daughter
Leaves holding my finger
And runs away to catch a butterfly
Fluttering in the yard –
The butterfly keeps on flying around
And she keeps on following it.

Winter - Matthias Claudius

A Song to Be Sung behind the Stove

Old Winter is the man for me—
Stout-hearted, sound, and steady;
Steel nerves and bones of brass hath he:
Come snow, come blow, he ’s ready!