It is the season - Antipater of Sidon

It is the season for the ship to travel tearing through the waves;
    no longer does the sea toss, furrowed by dreadful fret.

Erinna - Antipater of Sidon

Few are Erinna's verses nor is she wordy in her songs,
    but this her little work is inspired.

The day when you will love me - Alfredo Le Pera

I hear you softly breathing;
That quiet murmur caresses my dream.
How my life is laughing
If your big dark eyes look at me with their gleam.
And if I have the comfort
Of your singing laughter, whose bursts always seem
To make my wound feel better,
I become a forgetter!

Spring - Mugurditch Beshiktashlian

How cool and sweet, O breeze of morn,
Thou stirrest in the air,
Caressing soft the dewy flowers,
The young girl’s clustering hair!
But not my country’s breeze thou art.
Blow past! thou canst not touch my heart.

Although a wretched sinner - Pope Innocent III

Although a wretched sinner,
Dear Son of God Most High,
I call to thee for mercy,
Oh, hear my mournful cry.

To All and Everything - Vladimir Mayakovsky

No.
It can’t be.
No!
You too, beloved?
Why? What for?
Darling, look -
I came,
I brought flowers,
but, but... I never took
silver spoons from your drawer!

I am Kerry - Sigerson Clifford

I am Kerry like my mother before me
And my mother’s mother and her man
Now I sit on an office stool remembering
And the memory of them like a fan
Soothes the embers into flame.
I am Kerry and proud of my name.

In the Microscope - Miroslav Holub

Here too are the dreaming landscapes,
lunar, derelict.

Remembering Lechchami - Monica Ruwanpathirana

I reach the plantation gently stepping amidst the cold mist
I drift up along the trails in the hilltop plucking the leaves
I see the estate border while treading the wavy hills
I feel my limbs trembling as I get close to the bush near the edge

To My Lamp - Edmond Rostand

Dear lamp, my old friend, by your light
My books I’d read and verses write.
You’d watch behind your humble shade
While sleep on my ruddy eyelids played.
Then ashamed I’d startle aright!

Ghazal - Alisher Navoi

Spring is like absolute hell for me without you,
The red bloom is fire in it, the white has icy view.

A Flower - Ardakh Nurgaz

I planted a flower, to offer to the sun
The burning sun

I suffer - Monique Ilboudo

I suffer
From the aid
Generous or disguised

A Hymn to Love - Amado Nervo

The day you shall love me will bear more light than June,
The night you shall love me– full-mooned,
a tale left untold within each ray,
The day you shall love me will bear more roses than May

The Largest Life - Archibald Lampman

I
I lie upon my bed and hear and see.
The moon is rising through the glistening trees;

What He Said - Cempulappeyanirar

What could my mother be
to yours?

Aubade - Dafydd ap Gwilym

It seemed as if we did not sleep
One wink that night; I was sighing deep.
The cruellest judge in the costliest court
Could not condemn a night so short.
We had the light out, but I know,
Each time I turned, a radiant glow
Suffused the room, and shining snow
Alit from Heaven’s candle-fires
Illuminated our desires.

To Emma - José Martí

Do not feel sad, dear child, because you lack
The gift of speech which heaven has denied you:

The Fruits of Patience - Thomas à Kempis

Patience under suffering
Will to man these graces bring, —

On yearning for Mt Fuji - Yamabe no Akahito

Heaven and earth:
Since the time they parted,
Of manifest divinity,
Reaching the heights of awe,
In Suruga stands
The high peak of Fuji;

Silvae Book IV: 3 – The Via Domitiana - Publius Papinius Statius

What vast cacophony, of tough flints
And solid steel, filled stony Appia,
On the side that borders on the sea?

Going to Sleep - Hermann Hesse

And now the long long day has left me tired,
May my wish be granted by the starlit night,
Like the hopeful prayers of every exhausted child.

Parabolic ballad - Andrei Voznesensky

Among a parabola life like a rocket flies,
Mainly in darkness, now and then on a rainbow,
Red-headed bohemian Gauguin the painter
Started out life as a prosperous stockbroker.
In order to get to the Louvre from Montmartre
He made a detour all through Java, Sumatra,
Tahiti, the Isles of Marquesas.

Kannada ‘Vachana' - Basava

Do not steal, Do not kill,
Do not utter the untruth,

The Wayfarer - Robin Hyde

The wounds of the world are good wounds, got in a hardy fight —
Therefore ’tis best to welcome or pilgrim or knight
Who limping comes on his quest, forspent or betrayed,
Whose breast is an aching thrust; and who will not be stayed.

Burial - Kingsley Fairbridge

Among the Manyika, a dead infant is buried by its Mother without a ceremony.

The Centipede - Edith L. M. King

I've often watched you, centipede,
And I can't think however
You manage those long rows of feet —
You must be very clever.

The Harp of India - Henry Louis Vivian Derozio

Why hang'st thou lonely on yon withered bough?
Unstrung for ever, must thou there remain;
Thy music once was sweet — who hears it now?

The Pretty Redhead - Guillaume Apollinaire

Here I am before you all an utterly sensible man
Knowing life and about death as much as a living person can know

The Year - Ella Wheeler Wilcox

What can be said in New Year rhymes,
That’s not been said a thousand times?