Change of Taste - Ján Kollár

'Tis wonderful how changeable

⁠The race of man is found,

How frequently with alt’ring age,

⁠The heart too turneth round!

Today - Thomas Carlyle

So here hath been dawning

Another blue Day:

Think wilt thou let it

Slip useless away.

An Irish Mother - Percy French

A wee slip drawin’ water,

    Me ould man at the plough,

No grown-up son nor daughter,

    That’s the way we’re farmin’ now.

Dawn (from Songs of Dzitbalche) - Anonymous

For the traveller

Who is on the road 

If the sun should come 

Here.

What a time the great sea - Anonymous (South Uist)

What a time the great sea

Was a grey mossy wood

I was a joyous little maiden

The Lusiad (extract from Book I: Night-time in the Indian Ocean) - Luís Vas de Camões

Now shooting o'er the flood his fervid blaze,

The red-brow'd sun withdraws his beamy rays;

Safe in the bay the crew forget their cares,

And peaceful rest their wearied strength repairs.

Lament for my Brother - al-Khansāʾ

What have we done to you, death

that you treat us so,

with always another catch

one day a warrior

the next a head of state;

Peace - Jacobus Revius

Beautiful is gold, most beautiful of all metals.

Beautiful is alabaster and the airy crystals;

Sometimes we are tied down by memories - Jaroslav Seifert

Sometimes we are tied down by memories

and there are no scissors that could cut

through those tough threads.

       Or ropes!

Do You Still Sleep In This Valley - Im Che

Do you still sleep in this valley, at rest under thriving grass?

Favour and disgrace are meaningless - Wu Cailan

Favour and disgrace are meaningless —

What's the use of contending?

Akhtamar - Hovhannes Tumanian

Beside the laughing lake of Van

A little hamlet lies;

Each night into the waves a man

Leaps under darkened skies.

Freedom - Ghulam Ahmad Mahjoor

Let us all offer thanksgiving,

For Freedom has come to us;

It's after ages that she has beamed

Her radiance on us.

The African Mother - Francisco Acuña de Figueroa

Tirai-je enfans de la rive africaine.

    Qui cultivent pour nous la terre americaine?

Differents de couleur, ils ont les mêmes droits;

    Vous-mêmes contres vous les armez de vos lois.

      —Delille, Malheur et Pitie, Chant I.

“And hast thou sped upon the ocean wind,

     Say, cruel pirate, hast thou come for this?

                  Not to leave one behind.

The rainbow - ChatGPT

Through a veil of water, hues so bright and gay

A wondrous sight, that fills my heart with awe

As cascading droplets form fine spray

And rainbow arches, ashimmer, without flaw.

Broken Wings - Fabio Fiallo

The prison? It is very sad,

As every place must be

Rocket - Edvard Kocbek

Moonlight is dangerous,

Mothers used to say,

Sleeping walkers on nocturnal roofs

Are very suspicious,