Were he my child - Ukoo

Were he my child,

He should not accompany you,

This night of snow!

A Plough And A Spade - Nguyen Trai

A plough and a spade, that's all.

A row of chrysanthemums, and orchids,

A place to plant beans: That's all I need.

He makes the Eagles and Ocelots dance with him! - Nezahualcoyotl

He makes the Eagles and Ocelots dance with him!

Come to see the Huexotzinca:

Nothing but a man - Nadia Tueni

Nothing but a man

let's execute him against the door.

Now, a new creature - Jacopone da Todi

Now, a new creature, I in Christ am born,

     The old man stripped away; — I am new-made;

The Night You Went Away - José María Contursi

Sometimes,

when your face appears in my dreams,

fleeting and radiant as a ray of sunlight,

I feel as though your hands warm mine

as they shiver with cold, and you declare your love!

Existence - Fadwa Tuqan

In life, I was a question without home;

      In the enfolding darkness,

      My answer was concealed.

At 84 - Sophie N. Bamwoyeraki

Your teeth have fled their nest. 

Dust rules over the Holy Book. 

Untouched buttons of your radio look on. 

Songs unsung - Migjeni

Deep within me sleep songs unsung,

Which neither suffering nor joy have yet brought forth,

Which sleep on awaiting a happier day

To burst out and be sung without fear or grief.

The Tyrian Landscape - Nonnus of Panopolis

Furrows the calm main

The Tyrian sailor with his oar,

And the ploughman, the green soil

By the sylvan shore.

The National Song - Kudirka Vincas

Lithuania, our dear homeland,

Land of worthy heroes,

May your sons draw strength and vigour

From your past experience.

My Song for Today - Thérèse of Lisieux

My life is an instant, an hour passing by.

My life is but a day escaping and fleeing.

You know well, O my god! to love you on this earth

I only have today.

Man and Earth - Hayat Saif

All around one can witness

Many high-ranking and garrulous asses –

Occasionally worthy, but always affecting wisdom –

Here, these clamorous men live.

Shy Request - Csokonai Vitéz Mihály

Mighty love's consuming fire

Has most deeply scorched my soul.

Cooling balm for hot desire,

Gracious tulip, make me whole.

May Gives Itself With Sweet Abandon - Lucian Blaga

We shall remember once, too late,

This simple happening, so fine,

This very bench where we are seated,

Your burning temple next to mine.

Before Exile - Louise Mack

Here is my last good-bye,  

 This side the sea.  

Good-bye! good-bye! good-bye!  

 Love me, remember me.  

 

We Want Land - George Cosbuc

Hungry and naked and without a home am I.

My shoulders, you have charged them with loads,

And you spit at me, and you have beaten me,

And I have been to you a dog.

A blind man - Ikmal Idham

A blind man stood static

Every direction to him was the same

Uncertain, unknown

Black

Where are the tidings of union? - Hafez

Where are the tidings of union? that I may arise —

Forth from the dust I will rise up to welcome thee!

My soul, like a homing bird, yearning for Paradise,

Shall arise and soar, from the snares of the world set free.

Lament to the Spirit of War - Enheduanna

You hack down everything you see, War God!

Rising on fearsome wings

you rush to destroy our land:

raging like thunderstorms,

howling like hurricanes,

screaming like tempests,

thundering, raging, ranting, drumming,

whiplashing whirlwinds!

Abe no Nakamaro - Kakinomoto no Hitomaro

When I look abroad

O'er the wide-stretched "Plain of Heaven,"

Boy And Squirrel - Juliana Horatia Ewing

Oh boy, down there, I can't believe that what they say is true!

We squirrels surely cannot have an enemy in you;

We have so much in common, my dear friend, it seems to me

That I can really feel for you, and you can feel for me.

One drop of blood - Aistis Jonas

One drop of blood would have cleansed you,

          But in your misery you missed it,

And though we drew our strength from the old times -

          Our promises remained unfulfilled...

What Is A Poet's Soul Like - Ivan Vazov

A tight and chiming string

that resounds to anything—

Faith in God Amist Disasters (Sonnet XVII) - Vincenzo da Filicaja

Deaf to those flattering zephyrs from the strand, 

My fragile skiff with cautious foot I steer'd, 

And, softest gales distrusting as they veer'd, 

With this oar touch'd the wave, with that the sand.

Ribs - Danielle Boodoo-Fortuné

This is not a poem about

the sound of my voice.

Love at my door - Anonymous

Love at my door 

Knocked and I gave him bed. 

When sleep saw this 

He took offence and fled. 

‘Give me back sleep; 

Where has he gone?’ I said. 

To Prague - Frantisek Halas

Ye faint of faith Bone gnawing time

has been her beauty giver

from wailing fields illuminated ever

those muralled texts of portals and of walls

I Recall Your Smile - Eugenio Montale

I recall your smile, and for me it is limpid water

witnessed by chance among the stones of a riverbed.