Put out on the fields - Antonio Machado

Put out on the fields
a physical laborer, a thinker, and a poet.

Why does my lover rage - Moses ibn Ezra

Why does my lover rage and tyrannize me,
      While my heart
            Bends like a reed to him?

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

Heartbreak - Josep M. Llompart

As if they suddenly abolished
the summer fennel, the corner
that waves
so wildly covet;

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,

Leavetaking - Ibn Jakh

On the morning they left
we said goodbye
filled with sadness
for the absence to come.

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.

To the Spanish Expedition for the Promotion of Vaccination in America, under Don Francisco Balmis - Manuel José Quintana

Fair Virgin of the world, America!
Thou who so innocent to heaven display'st
Thy bosom stored with plenty's rich array,

He said, don't sleep - Dunash ben Labrat

He said, "Don't sleep. Drink old wine

with myrrh and lilies, henna and aloes,

in an orchard of pomegranates, palm, and vines

full of pleasant plants and tamarisks, to the hum of fountains

and the throb of lutes,

to the sound of singers, flutes, and lyres.

Who Knows What is Going On - Juan Ramón Jimenez

     Who knows what is going on on the other side of each hour?

     How many times the sunrise was

there, behind a mountain!

The life above, the life on high - St Teresa of Ávila

The life above, the life on high, 

Alone is life in verity; 

Nor can we life at all enjoy 

Till this poor life is o'er. 

When, in the morning, the light is breaking - Cesáreo Gabaráin

When, in the morning, the light is breaking,

My song is waking

with my Creator’s praise.

And YHVH spoke to me when I saw His name - Rabbi Abraham Abulafia

And YHVH spoke to me when I saw His name

spelled out and merged with the blood in my heart,

separating blood from ink and ink from blood:

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 Musical Ass - Tomás Iriarte

The fable which I now present

Occurr’d to me by accident;

And whether bad or excellent,

Is merely so by accident.

The living God we praise - Moses ibn Ezra

The living God we praise, exalt, adore!

He was, He is, He will be evermore.

When you told us our glances, soft, timid, and mild - Wallada bint al-Mustakfi

When you told us our glances, soft, timid, and mild,

      Could occasion such wounds in the heart,

Can ye wonder that yours, so ungovern’d and wild,

      Some wounds to our cheeks should impart?

My King - Nachmanides

Ere time began, ere age to age had thrilled, 

I waited in his storehouse, as he willed; 

He gave me being, but, my years fulfilled, 

I shall be summoned back before the King. 

Song about the Pain of Love and Sea - Pai Gomez Charinho

Those who spend their lives at sea

think there is no pain in the world

as great as their pain, and no fate worse

than a seaman’s fate, but consider me:

Awake—I tremble before thee - Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer

Awake—I tremble before thee;

Asleep—I may dare to behold thee:

So, life of my life, let me watch

While thou sleepest.