Sin - Forugh Farrokhzad

I have sinned a rapturous sin

in a warm enflamed embrace,

sinned in a pair of vindictive arms,

arms violent and ablaze.

I Abandoned Her and I Didn’t Know - José Canet

Kneaded between the silver and gold

of serenades

and wild dance parties,

cradled by the sounds

of bandoneons,

this tango was born.

She Has Wilted Early - Julia Boutros

This flower … 

has wilted early, 

she’s still pretty, 

she’s still very pretty

There Was a Jolly Miller - Isaac Bickerstaffe

There was a jolly miller once lived on the river Dee;

He danced and sang from morn till night, no lark so blithe as he;

On Julia's Death - Vasily Kapnist

The evening darkness shrouds 

The slumbering world in peace. 

And from her throne of clouds 

Shines Luna through the trees. 

A story of the great men of the faith - Saadi Shirazi

They relate a story of the great men of the faith. 

Recognizers of the truth of the essence of truth. 

Peace - Kewulay Kamara

Good evening people,

Good evening people

Mother - Ki Hyung-do

Mother

Is not coming home. She left

for the market, carrying on her head thirty 

stems of young radish to sell. She’s not

coming home. The sun has long

Set. I sit in the room like

A cold ball of uneaten rice in a bowl.

Bengali women - Joie Bose

perhaps it is how we were raised

always asked to keep our spine straight

to hold our heads high

On Easter - August Šenoa

On Easter back then, even now I recall,

The morning sun did toward us veer,

Full of life, of youth, I ran to you all,

Toward my village small and so dear.