It kindles all my soul - Casimir of Poland

It kindles all my soul, 

       My country's loveliness! These starry choirs
       That watch around the pole, 

Ghazel 56 - Nesimi

Since from yonder lunar Visage now the veil is cast aside,
Lo! the glorious sun is risen and of gloom is past the tide.

Eternal Trinity - St Catherine of Sienna

Eternal Trinity,

Godhead,

mystery deep as the sea,

you could give me no greater gift

than the gift of

yourself.

He is the One in many - Namdev

He is the One in many,

countless are His shapes and forms.

He pervades all that exists;

wherever I look, He is there.

But very few perceive this reality,

for Maya ever enchants us

with her multiple reflections

of color and alluring beauty.

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.

The Girls of Llanbadarn - Dafydd ap Gwilym

I bow before this passion;

a plague on the parish girls!

Because, o force of longing,

I've never had one of thern!

One thing - Namdev

One thing I of my Lord entreat,

That I may ever serve his feet.

Advice in Three Sets of Three - Butön Rinchen Drup

To shun even minor misdeeds as if they were poisonous,

To strive to cultivate virtue even when it is challenging,

To overcome thoughts rooted in self-clinging—

One who adopts these three is learned indeed.

A Chant on the Mustard Hut - Trần Minh Tông

The Mustard Hut is extremely small. Barely room for the knee.

Peaceful and drowsy, the day moves on by itself. 

Animals do not come. The spring day is tranquil. 

Friendship - Santob de Carrion

What treasure greater than a friend

  Who close to us hath grown?

Blind fate no bitt’rer lot can send

  Than bid us walk alone.

The Heart's Desire - Namdev

O God, my cry comes up to thee,- 

How sad a cry is it ! 

What is this tragic destiny 

That fate for me has writ ? 

A Persian Song - Hafez

Sweet maid, if thou wouldst charm my sight. 

And bid these arms thy neck enfold: 

That rosy cheek, that lily hand, 

Would give thy poet more delight 

Than all Bocara's vaunted gold. 

Than all the gems of Samarkand. 

Ghazel 54 - Nesimi

Yea, every dulcet speech o’ thine is e’en a pearl of lustrous ray;
Both sun and moon are moths that round thy Face’s taper flit and play.

Consecrated - St Catherine of Sienna

All has been consecrated.
The creatures in the forest know this,

Ten Warnings to the Congregation - Jakushitsu Genkō

1. Always bear in mind that life, whose gravest problems are birth and death, is impermanent.

But who’s the one to bell the cat? - Eustache Deschamps

Among the mice, so runs the tale,
a brilliant convocation sat
against their enemy the cat

Aubade - Dafydd ap Gwilym

It seemed as if we did not sleep
One wink that night; I was sighing deep.
The cruellest judge in the costliest court
Could not condemn a night so short.
We had the light out, but I know,
Each time I turned, a radiant glow
Suffused the room, and shining snow
Alit from Heaven’s candle-fires
Illuminated our desires.

A Stolen Glove - Petrarch

Oh lovely hand, thou that my heart dost wring,
  And shut my life up in that narrow space,

Far as I journey from my lady fair - Johannes Hadloub

Far as I journey from my lady fair,
I have a messenger who quickly goes,
Morning, and noon, and at the evening’s close:

Canzone - Cino da Pistoia

  The loveliness, the glances soft and clear
Of sweetest eyes that e’er unveiled their glow,
Lost unto me, make this my life appear
So grievous that in heaviness I go;
Instead of the gay thoughts I used to know,
Because of love for her,
Now at my heart’s core stir
Thoughts that of Death are born
By reason of this parting whence I mourn.