Night of Sorrow in the Mountains - Numa Pompilio Llona

The tempest raged; and I, meanwhile,
from mountain crest to foothill, my face in my hand,
shed tears—bitter, unending tears.

We have to cross the river - Zamenga Batukezanga

We lead a hard life
For a grain of salt
     We have to cross the river

Tiare - Konai Helu Thaman

drenched in the sprays
of Tangaloa
you are born
fragile silence falls
gently from the eyes
of the sky

Black Stone - Grace Mera Molisa

Black Stone
molten lava
solidified.

Mama - Paulette Cherici-Porello

Come my little rose,
You brighten up the house.
With your soft cheeks,
Soft and fragrant too.

Three pots and a pan - Batsirai E. Chigama

three pots and a pan
I want to return home
to my three pots and a pan

Blessed be the Lord who every day - Rabbi Simeon the Great

Blessed be the Lord who every day
sets on us salvation and redemption.
In His glorious name we delight at all times;
throu8gh His salvation we hold our head high.
A stronghold is He for the poor, for the needy a refuge.

Oh bird, do you fly? - Hadraawi

Oh bird, do you fly,
With the roaring winds, do you soar.
Do you not serve the people,
And do you not work harder for the people?

Two Haiku about insects and the sky - Masaoka Shiki

Locusts fly low
over rice paddies
in the dim sun ray

A Ship Comes In - Jónas Hallgrímsson

Can the bard descry a schooner
scudding landward, sails expanded?