Venice masks

Friday, 31 March 2023

A mother's lament for her drowned son - Anonymous

Alas, alas thine empty seat, my son!
Vainly thy garments I did toil to dry.
Thy mother's joy is clouded o'er with grief,
And darkness veils the lonely sky.

Thursday, 30 March 2023

The Battle of Hafur's Bay - Hornklofi

Loud in Hafur’s echoing bay 
Heard ye the battle fiercely bray, 
’Twixt Kiotva rich, and Harald bold! 
Eastward sail the ships of war; 
The graven bucklers gleans afar,  
And monsterous heads adorn the prows of gold. 

Wednesday, 29 March 2023

Sways, with her trinkets - Hatim al-Tai

Sways, with her trinkets, she, endowed with splendour
With a waist like the fold of flimsy cloth, slim
And a neck like a cup of silver, adorning it
The blaze of the ruby and the strung beads

Tuesday, 28 March 2023

Vondel's Lucifer (Act II, lines 192-276) - Joost van den Vondel

Lucifer:
Shall then on high
A worm, an alien, wield the greatest power?
Must they who native are to Heaven thus yield
To foreign rule? Shall man then found a throne
Even o'er the Throne of God?

Monday, 27 March 2023

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. 

Sunday, 26 March 2023

Hands - Laxmi Prasad Devkota

Cooperation and understanding is essential
To build country brick by brick.
Most creatures are four-legged
But human being walks with two legs.

Saturday, 25 March 2023

The Executioner's Dream - Kwesi Brew

I dreamt i saw an eye, a pretty eye
In your hands
Glittering, wet and sikening
Like a dull onyx set in a crown of thorns
I did not know you were dead
When you dropped it in my lap

Friday, 24 March 2023

Mount Beysitoun - Nizami Ganjavi

On lofty Beysitoun the lingering sun
Looks down on ceaseless labors, long begun;
The mountain trembles to the echoing sound
Of falling rocks that from her sides rebound.

Thursday, 23 March 2023

The Frontier Guard - Anastasius Grün

The sentinel his weary hours
Keeps guard in quarantine;
Across the stream, in paths of flowers,
The Turkish maid is seen.

Wednesday, 22 March 2023

Memory - Erik Johan Stagnelius

O camp of flowers, with poplars girdled round,
Grey guardians of life’s soft and purple bud!