Zoroaster devoutly questions Ormazd - Zoroaster

This I ask Thee — tell it to me truly, Lord! 

Who the Sire was, Father first of Holiness? 

Who the pathway for the sun and stars ordained? 

Who, through whom its moon doth wax and wane again? 

This and much else do I long, O God, to know. 

At School - Eduard Hoornik

At school they were both written on the board.

The verb to have and the verb to be;

With this time, and eternity were born,

The one reality, the other illusion.

Soldiers’ song - Bálint Balassi

Soldiers, what finer worth

Is there upon this earth

Than the borderlands can show?

i want a country - Cahit Sıtkı Tarancı

i want a country

let the sky be blue, the bough green, the cornfield yellow

let it be a land of birds and flowers

Winter - Enrique Cadícamo

It has returned:

winter, with its white veil—

the frost has already begun to sparkle

in my loveless life.

When you told us our glances, soft, timid, and mild - Wallada bint al-Mustakfi

When you told us our glances, soft, timid, and mild,

      Could occasion such wounds in the heart,

Can ye wonder that yours, so ungovern’d and wild,

      Some wounds to our cheeks should impart?

O Domine Deus - Mary, Queen of Scots

Lord and my Saviour

My hope is in thee; 

What about my songs - Yone Noguchi

The known-unknown-bottomed gossamer waves of the field

       arc coloured by the travelling shadows of the lonely,

       orphaned meadow lark;

Song of Snow-white Heads - Cho Wēn-chün

Our love was pure

As the snow on the mountains:

White as a moon

Between the clouds—

May (Part 1) - Karel Hynek Mácha

'T was late at eve . . . the first of May,

A night in May . . . 'twas time for love.

A love lure sang the turtle-dove,

Where scented pine groves stretched away.

Woes Of Georgia - David Guramishvili

The Turks, Ossetians, Lekis, Persians,

Cherkez, Ghlighvis, Didos and Kists

Were ever Georgia's enemies,

Assaulting her with blood-smeared fists.

Elsewhere I don't know, but here must be different - Nguyễn Quốc Chánh

Here in Phan Thiet

It's 7 o'clock.

The red sun flares.

The Lament for O’Sullivan Beare - Jeremiah Joseph Callanan

The sun of Ivera

No longer shines brightly,

The voice of her music

No longer is sprightly;

No more to her maidens

The light dance is dear,

Since the death of our darling

O’Sullivan Beare.

Thou art indeed just, Lord, if I contend - Gerard Manley Hopkins

Thou art indeed just, Lord, if I contend

With thee; but, sir, so what I plead is just.

A song to the wind - Taliesin

Guess who is this creature 

Before us outspeeding, 

Of strength so exceeding; 

Like someone - Ágnes Nemes Nagy

Like someone who came with a message from far away

and then forgot it completely

Christ, the victim undefiled - Wipo of Burgundy

Christ the Lord is risen today;

Christians, haste your vows to pay;

Offer ye your praises meet

At the Paschal Victim’s feet.

The life of man is as the dust - Khushal Khattak

What are human hopes and fears?

Why is thy heart elated or depressed?

Good Friday or The Suffering of Our Lord Jesus Christ - Jeremias De Decker

Tantae molis erat sceptrum confringere mortis.

(So difficult it was to constrain the scepter of death.)

Since on this mournful day a tragic strain,

Not comic notes should rise,

O Lord, I now must mourn your bitter pain

And through it for my sins be moved to sighs.

By The Last Supper - Rainer Maria Rilke

Here they are gathered, wondering and deranged,

Round Him, who wisely doth Himself inclose,

Future - Porfirio Barba Jacob

Do say when I die… (and may the day be far)

That haughty and disdainful, prodigal and turbulent,

In the insatiable vital ecstasy

He was a flame in the wind…

He measured out - Mencius

He measured out and commenced his spirit-tower;

He measured it out and planned it.

Nature - Otakar Březina

Hidden springs were playing music and my day its song thereto was chanting,

On the melancholy shores.

To the Caliph Haroun al Rashid - Ibrahim ibn Adham

Religion's gems can ne'er adorn

The flimsy robe by pleasure worn;

Its feeble texture soon would tear,

And give those jewels to the air.

The Pleiades at midnight - Carsten Hauch

We are the nightly weavers 

who gather the invisible threads 

from the Milky Way's outmost ring 

where the end of the loom stands.