Winter - Matthias Claudius

A Song to Be Sung behind the Stove

Old Winter is the man for me—
Stout-hearted, sound, and steady;
Steel nerves and bones of brass hath he:
Come snow, come blow, he ’s ready!

Wind blew! - Shah Abdul Latif Bhittai

Wind blew! The sand enveloped the body,
Whatever little life left, is to see the beloved.

To Ulla - Carl Michael Bellman

Ulla, mine Ulla, tell me, may I hand thee
Reddest of strawberries in milk or wine?
Or from the pond a lively fish? Command me!

To the Venerable Virgin, Mariana De Jesús De Paredes Y Flores, Lily Of Quito - José Manuel Peramás

Virgin, the New World’s sweet pride and greatest glory,
Receive these Indian verses, which the poet renders to you,
coming from Quito’s boundary, with your pleasant demeanour

Spring-Watching Pavilion - Hồ Xuân Hương

A gentle spring evening arrives
airily, unclouded by worldly dust.

Eggs - Tomás Iriarte

Beyond the sunny Philippines
An island lies, whose name I do not know;
But that’s of little consequence, if so
You understand that there they had no hens,

Family Portraits - Anna Maria Lenngren

Upon an old estate, her father's heritage, 
A shrivelled countess dowager 
Had vegetated half an age; 

If angels sang our Saviour’s birth - Anonymous

If angels sang our Saviour’s birth,
On that most blessèd morn,
Then let us imitate their mirth,
Now He again is born.

Raisers of ridgepoles and mounds (Songs of Dzitbalché) - Anonymous

Raisers of ridgepoles
And mounds.

It is urgently
Necessary
To measure
The count,

By Freedom - Max von Schenkendorf

Freedom that I love,
Shining in my heart,
Come now from above,
Angel that thou art!

Ode to the sun - David Guramishvili

O radiant sun of light,
A soul-inspiring sight.
I Unrivalled king of kings,
Thy praise through ages rings.

The Wishes - Johannes Ewald

All hail, thou new year, that apparell'd in sweetness 
Now spring'st like a youth from eternity's breast! 
Oh! say, dost thou come from the bright throne of greatness, 
Our herald of merey, of gladness, and rest! 

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. 

Munajat - ‛Arif

O Lord, to thee is never a beginning, neither end; 

Thy mercy's ocean, limitless, doth over all extend. 

You come down from the stars - Alfonso Maria de' Liguori

You come down from the stars

Oh, King of Heavens,

And You come in a cave in the cold, in the frost.

Oh, my Divine Baby

I see you trembling here,

Oh, Blessed God

Ah, how much it costs You, your loving me.

Peter Colbiornsen - Knud Lyne Rahbek

’Fore Fredereksteen King Carl he lay

With mighty host;

But Frederekshal, from day to day,

Much trouble cost.

To seize the sword each citizen

His tools let fall,

And valiant Peter Colbiornsen

Was first of all.

To A Mountain Daisy - Robert Burns

Wee, modest crimson-tipped flow'r, 

Thou's met me in an evil hour; 

For I maun crush amang the stoure 

Thy slender stem: 

To spare thee now is past my pow'r, 

Thou bonie gem. 

The village schoolmaster - Willem Bilderdijk

There he sits; his figure and his rigid bearing

Let us know most clearly what is his ideal:–

Confidence in self, in his lofty standing;

Thereto add conceit in his own great value.

Certain, he can read–yes, and write and cipher;

In the almanac no star-group's a stranger.

The difference between you and myself - Nicolas de Chamfort

“The difference between you and myself,” said a friend to me, 

“is that you have said to all the masqueraders: ‘I know you,’ 

The Temple of Fragrance - Hồ Xuân Hương

Who could have fashioned this marvel?

The mountain cracks into a wide, hollow cave.