The Spiral - Bruce Levitan

The Muslims lived here long ago

And the Jews did too. O, woe!

Two blackbirds - Bessiki

Two blackbirds sitting in a cage chant melody

With soothing sounds that tremble on the fragrant air

In numbers soft that swell in music sweet and sad,

Filling the bower with love and purest harmony.

The Holy War - Althea Gyles

We fight for Peace—not for Revenge or Hate,

Forgetful of the names of Fame or Fate—

Song Of Natela - Akaki Tsereteli

I gently strung my chonguri,

And tuned its chords with softness low,

Till every string rang harmony…

Odela-dela-delao!

The Gold Horns - Adam Gottlob Oehlenschläger

Upon the pages

Of the olden ages,

And in hills where are lying

The dead, they are prying;

On armour rusty,

In ruins musty,

On Rune-stones jumbled,

With bones long crumbled.

From dust the Holy God created thee (Door IV.I: Humility) - Saadi Shirazi

From dust the Holy God created thee, 

Servant of God, then, dustlike lowly be, 

From envy, pride, and worldliness abstain, 

Earth is thy origin — be not like flame;

The Song of the Birds - Anonymous

In seeing emerge

The greatest light

During the most celebrated of nights,

The little birds sing.

They go to celebrate Him

With their delicate voices.

The Birds of Passage - Erik Johan Stagnelius

Behold! the birds fly 

From Gauthiod’s strand, 

And seek with a sigh 

Some far foreign land. 

My native land - Lydia Koidula

My native land they buried you 

Beneath an ebon cover, 

And blooms of blood on wounded soil 

Were all they could discover. 

Refugee - Valsa George

From the dark arenas of violence,

From the shackles of oppression,

From a land reeking of the smell of blood

They flee, bloodied and bruised.

Let the honour of thy pupil be as dear - Rabbi Eleazar

Let the honour of thy pupil be as dear to thee as that of thy colleague; 

that of thy colleague, as the reverence of thy master; 

and the reverence of thy master, as that of the Most High.

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Rabbi Eleazar [Eleazar ben Shammua or Eleazar I] (2nd Century) Israel

Translator not stated

Source: Jewish Encyclopedia

Indian Ocean Ode - Luís Carlos Patraquim

robber of the wind and the fragile

Indian Ocean lines that spurt

in clear partying / with my blood

I scarf what I can / untameable

geometry of caves in this

Journey into night - Degutyte Janina

My sister told me, "You are not my brother."

My brother told me, "You are not my brother."

Where can I find a sister - where, a brother.

Who am, to sister and to brother, alien?

Oh, Sing with Exultation - Anders Arrebo

Oh, sing with exultation,

Sing to the Lord, rejoice,

And in His congregation

Shout with triumphant voice.

The Dark Palace - Alice Milligan

There beams no light from thy hall to-night,

                                     Oh, House of Fame;

No mead-vat seethes and no smoke upwreathes

                                     O’er the hearth’s red flame;

Pythia 7 - Pindar

The great city of Athens is the loveliest

invocation, to cast down as foundation stone for the song

to magnify the wide-flung strength of the sons of Alkmaion, and their victory with horses.

What country could you live in? what habitation? 

and name one more conspicuous for all Hellas to attend.

Sudsakorn (from Phra Aphai Mani) - Sunthorn Phu

Do not trust others, he said:                     

be afraid of the human mind.

A royal epitaph - Eshmunazar II

I have departed hence,

And am no more forever.

Like the day I vanished,

Hath my spirit faded from the world,

And my voice

Ceased from sounding in the ears of men.

Boomerang - Rex Ingamells

This piece of hardwood, cunningly shaped,

was curved so evenly while piccaninnies gaped

at a Warrior who chipped at it with pieces of flint,

A Swimmer Is A Horseman - Paul Snoek

Swimming is licentiously sleeping in sprawling water.

is making love with each still operable pore

is endlessly being free and inwardly triumphing.

Love's Autumn - T-Ö Erdenetsogt

aripple ripple aripple

love’s autumn meets with us, and

in song song in song

you come to us with memory’s recollection

The Lily Of The Valley - Per Daniel Amadeus Atterbom

O'er hill and dale the welcome news is flying

That summer's drawing near;

Out of my thicket cool, my cranny hidden,

Around I shyly peer.

One Gentle Evening Suave - Rachel Bluwstein

One gentle evening suave, I'll go

Outside and immobile,

Not speaking to a single soul,

I'll sit awhile.

Autumn - Pavlo Tychyna

Fungus grows on the cultures of the world.

Autumn. In the cities by four o'clock street

lights come on.

Women - Anna Blaman

I

Her arms smooth and clear-skinned in the shadow

of dark tulle, amply perfumed and lips

of carmine-red—I see the tips

of her breasts heave coming and going.

Christ In The Corn - Ole Sarvig

I saw the corn last night,

the dreaming corn,

the corn and ears of all mankind ever

in these fields.

Here lay Leningraders - Olga Berggolts

Here are city dwellers, men, women, and children

Next to them, Red Army soldiers.

Advent Credo - Allan Boesak

It is not true that creation and the human family are doomed to destruction and loss—

This is true: For God so loved the world that He gave his only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have everlasting life;