To the Dear Memory of Mishginiz Khanim - Nigar Rafibeyli

Oh, what a beautiful woman has passed away,
I feel as if my own soul has just left my body.
The inspiring shrine of a great poet
Has closed, closed her eyes forever...

The Unknown Snipers - Boghos L. Artinian

I will never know
how many times snipers had had me
clearly in their view,

Elders of revolution - Thabang Waba Moabi

They lived by the amount of hope they had
Life being the only time they had, measured by the rise and fall of the sun
Upon the sky they called up light to lead their odyssey

Epigram to a Friend - Kasım Pasha

Thine entertainment, honest friend, had one insufferable fault,—
Too little salt was in thy songs, too much about thy meats and salads:

The Master’s Touch - Horatius Bonar

In the still air the music lies unheard;
In the rough marble beauty hides unseen:
To make the music and the beauty, needs
The master’s touch, the sculptor’s chisel keen.

Song - Olof von Dalin

Magpie sits on the old church spire,
The goose in the oven roasting;
And he who has his heart’s desire
Has no need for idle boasting. 

A small quake - Eugénio de Andrade

There is a small quake in some place or other
as you say my name.

I loved you blindly and fully - Ilyas Zhansugurov

I loved you blindly and fully
On the golden beach of Irtish

Lament for the Fall of Seville - Abu al-Baqa' al-Rundi

Everything declines after reaching perfection, therefore let no man be beguiled by the sweetness of a pleasant life.

We Care in Silence - Ghenname Zohra

People are deaf
they cover their ears for not to hear
the taken life

Empty Me of Everything But Your Love - Abdullah Ansari

Lord, send me staggering with the wine
Of Your love!

The Bells - Śrî Ānanda Āchārya

Alone all night I watched the stars 
        through the opening in my Cave, 
And the springing rays of the Northern 
        Light came as welcome guests to 
        my door, 

I saw my hand - Oktay Rifat

While drinking water I saw my hand
Softly fuzzed with pink holes
I said hi there, hi there hand of mine
Pick up a wineglass pick up a fork pick up a pencil

And when the time comes avoid
Picking up a sword picking up a gun
My brave young lad my lion my lovely one

My land - Martin Camaj

When I die, may I turn into grass
On my mountains in spring,
In autumn I will turn to seed.

Obstinate - Ephrem Seyoum

When your good-for-nothing lover
said the beginning and end of
wisdom
is in the smoking of a cigarette
you laughed

GSIS XIII: 745 - Izumi Shikibu

If completely
Cold were we

Oh, teach me - Adam Gottlob Oehlenschläger

Oh, teach me, thou forest, to testify glad,
As in autumn the gloom of thy yellowing leaf,
That my spring cometh back after winter the sad,
That my tree gleameth green after mournfulness brief.
The roots of my tree stand strong, deep, and divine
In eternity's summer; oh, why then repine?

Lift the goblets, loud and glinting - Jens Peter Jacobsen

Lift the goblets, loud and glinting
That the burgundy is tinting
Red as dusky rubies are.

Let him be - Hazeem Hazmi

The boy that walks alone from school
You see him not knowing how he feels
He sits there empty away all that is real
You don’t know anything

Looking over the sheep one evening - Danzangiin Nyamsüren

The shapes of homesteads, like a hundred white sheep,
blench the summer pastures like a growth of mushrooms.

Caprice (A Summer’s Day, Sydney Harbour) - Louis Esson

Blue and gold, and mist and sunlight,
Veils of colour blent and blown
In melodic monotone.

Past Joys - Rodriguez Lobo

Dear Tagus, what immeasurable space
Our present from our former lot divides!
Glassy of yore, now turbid are thy tides,
Once smiles my brow adorned, now tears deface.

Pleading - Arthur Leslie Salmon

Will you come homeward from the hills of Dreamland,
Home in the dusk, and speak to me again?
Tell me the stories that I am forgetting,
Quicken my hope, and recompense my pain?

Definitions - Sara Vanégas Coveña

Memory is a bird
migrating
between my heart and the void

The Song of the Heavens, the Stars, Schumann and My Wife - Hanuš Jelínek

Du meine Seele . . .
The heavens have cried their golden tears,
They have cried so still, they have cried;

In her shoes - Asante Lucy Mtenje

In her shoes, those shoes,
those two sizes too big,
worn out “kanavasi”
she drags along to the dumpsters
to rummage through the wilting,
rusty banana and mango peels,
disregarding the stench and the flies
that hover around her long
after she has retired to “bed”.

O the Chimneys - Nelly Sachs

O the chimneys
On the carefully planned dwellings of death
When Israel’s body rose dissolved in smoke