Wednesday, 27 June 2018

Cradles - René-François Sully-Prudhomme

Moored at the quay, the great vessels
That quietly bend to the swell,
Pay no regard to the cradles
Rocked by feminine hands.

Tuesday, 26 June 2018

De Spectaculis Liber V - Marcus Valerius Martialis

That Pasiphae1 was mated to the Dictaean bull2, believe:
we have seen it,

Monday, 25 June 2018

The Princess - Björnstjerne Björnson

The princess sat lone in her maiden bower,
The lad blew his horn at the foot of the tower.
“Why playest thou alway? Be silent, I pray,
It fetters my thoughts that would flee far away,
          As the sun goes down.”

Sunday, 24 June 2018

Trinity - Adam of St. Victor

To the Trine God, not Gods three,
       The Trinity in Unity,
Let the Church now bow the knee!
       All creation
Clear and lucid, gives of a Trinity.

Friday, 22 June 2018

Love the runaway - Meleager of Gadara

I make hue and cry after wild Love;
for now, even now in the morning dusk,
he flew away from his bed and was gone.

Thursday, 21 June 2018

The Land of Story-books - Robert Louis Stevenson

At evening when the lamp is lit,
Around the fire my parents sit;
They sit at home and talk and sing,
And do not play at anything.

Wednesday, 20 June 2018

The Vowels: An Enigma - Jonathan Swift

We are little airy creatures,
All of different voice and features;

Tuesday, 19 June 2018

The Djinns - Victor Hugo

              Town, tower,
              Shore, deep,
              Where lower
              Cliffs steep;
              Waves gray,
              Where play
              Winds gay,—
              All sleep.

Monday, 18 June 2018

Time’s Revenge - Agathias Scholasticus

She, who but late in beauty’s flower was seen,
Proud of her auburn curls and noble mien—

Sunday, 17 June 2018

The cherubic pilgrim - Johann Scheffler

The soul wherein God dwells, —
What church could holier be? —
Becomes a walking tent
Of heavenly majesty.

Saturday, 16 June 2018

The Welcome - Farīd ud-Dīn ʿAṭṭār

One night Shah Mahmúd, who had been of late
Somewhat distempered with Affairs of State,
Strolled through the Streets disguised, as wont to do—
And coming to the Baths, there on the Flue
Saw the poor Fellow who the Furnace fed
Sitting beside his Water-jug and Bread.

Friday, 15 June 2018

The Children’s Church - Karl von Gerock

The bells of the churches are ringing,—
  Papa and mamma have both gone,—
And three little children sit singing
  Together this still Sunday morn.

Thursday, 14 June 2018

Kumudvati's wedding - Kālidāsa

I have no king; my towers and terraces
Crumble and fall; my walls are overthrown;
As when the ugly winds of evening seize
The rack of clouds in helpless darkness blown.

Wednesday, 13 June 2018

Frithiof at the Court of Angantyr - Esaias Tegnér

’Tis time to tell how Angantyr,
  The earl, was seated then
High in his hall of stately fir,
  Carousing with his men.
Thence he surveyed, in merry mood,
  The day-car as it rolled;
Now cleaving through the purple flood,
  All like a swan of gold.

Monday, 11 June 2018

At the wood's edge - Eduard Mörike

At the wood's edge I can lie for long afternoons
In the grass listening to the cuckoo;
It seems to lull the whole valley to sleep
With peaceful harmony of its laments.

Sunday, 10 June 2018

O spotless King - Pope Urban V

O spotless King, sweet Jesus,
For me, a sinner, slain,
Grant we may raise eternal praise
To thy eternal reign.

Friday, 8 June 2018

The Lament of Maisun, the Bedouin wife of Mu‘āwiya - Maysun bint Bahdal

I give thee all the treacherous brightness
Of glittering robes which grace the fair,
Then give me back my young heart's lightness
And simple vest of Camel's hair.

Thursday, 7 June 2018

Intoxication - Li Bai

What is life, after all, but a dream,
And why should such pother be made?
Better far to be tipsy, I deem,
And doze all day long in the shade.

Wednesday, 6 June 2018

The Soldier - Nikolai Nekrasov

Then up there comes a veteran.
With medals on his breast;
He scarcely lives, but yet he strives
To drink with all the rest.

Tuesday, 5 June 2018

from The Twelfth Assembly (Of Damsacus) - Al Hariri

I cling to journeying, I cross deserts, I loathe pride that I may cull

And I plunge into floods, and tame steeds that I may draw the trains
of pleasure and delight.

Monday, 4 June 2018

Yesterday we dreamed - Michael Theophilus Dom

It was not so long ago
Hardly more than a lifetime or so
When our nation was so young
And our history had just begun.

Sunday, 3 June 2018

The month of Jyeshtha (May/June) - Keshava Dasa

Air, water, ether, earth and fire —
all these five elements become one:

Friday, 1 June 2018

Birżebbuġa 2014 - Immanuel Mifsud

I undo my laces; let everything fall.
You quickly close your eyes or look somewhere afar.
Somewhere out through the window
strange images drift by
like boats midsea, rolling, heavy with cries
of tall men who have never seen such waters before;
women in their eighth month, navels pointing ashore;
children silenced, whining babies; droplets of milk left — no more.