The Spiral - Bruce Levitan

The Muslims lived here long ago

And the Jews did too. O, woe!

Two blackbirds - Bessiki

Two blackbirds sitting in a cage chant melody

With soothing sounds that tremble on the fragrant air

In numbers soft that swell in music sweet and sad,

Filling the bower with love and purest harmony.

The Holy War - Althea Gyles

We fight for Peace—not for Revenge or Hate,

Forgetful of the names of Fame or Fate—

Song Of Natela - Akaki Tsereteli

I gently strung my chonguri,

And tuned its chords with softness low,

Till every string rang harmony…

Odela-dela-delao!

The Gold Horns - Adam Gottlob Oehlenschläger

Upon the pages

Of the olden ages,

And in hills where are lying

The dead, they are prying;

On armour rusty,

In ruins musty,

On Rune-stones jumbled,

With bones long crumbled.

From dust the Holy God created thee (Door IV.I: Humility) - Saadi Shirazi

From dust the Holy God created thee, 

Servant of God, then, dustlike lowly be, 

From envy, pride, and worldliness abstain, 

Earth is thy origin — be not like flame;

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 Birds of Passage - Erik Johan Stagnelius

Behold! the birds fly 

From Gauthiod’s strand, 

And seek with a sigh 

Some far foreign land. 

My native land - Lydia Koidula

My native land they buried you 

Beneath an ebon cover, 

And blooms of blood on wounded soil 

Were all they could discover. 

Refugee - Valsa George

From the dark arenas of violence,

From the shackles of oppression,

From a land reeking of the smell of blood

They flee, bloodied and bruised.