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!

O dearest Lord - Thomas Kingo

O dearest Lord, receive from me
The heartfelt thanks I offer Thee,
Who through Thy body and Thy blood
Hast wrought my soul’s eternal good.

Poem from a Prison Cell - Mohammad al-Ajami Ibn al-Dheeb

Is it my mind or my heart that I’ve lost
to you, Arab lands, home of enemies?
If you held our minds with law and reason
if you respected our opinions
then you’d hold my heart as well

The Horses - Qassim Haddad

This is how the horses gallop, dislodging themselves from the eminence of the carriage and disturbing the tranquillity of the market.

How can I tell - Karin Boye

How can I tell if your voice is beautiful.
I only know, that it penetrates me
and makes me shake like a leaf
and tears me to shreds and splits me.

Arjun's Penance (The Hunter and the Hero - Book VI) - Bhāravi

Arjun, on his penance bent, 
Followed Gangâ's rocky course, 
Scaled the hill, as Vishnu [1] mounts, 
The golden bird which heavenward soars. 
Forest trees like worshippers 
Sang his praise with hum of bees, 
Bent their heads and rained their blossoms, 
Gently shaken by the breeze!