Stay in town - Julianus antecessor

Stay in town, little wight,
Safe at home:

To Name A Sea - Ranjit Hoskote

Honour the translator,
survivor of cadence:

The morning appears immeasurably beautiful - Wenceslaus II

The morning appears immeasurably beautiful,
the night must descend from her throne,
which she held in all her magnificence in Greece:
now the day shall ascend.

Let Peace Sweep through Our Minds - Indunil Madhusankha

For three long decades
the nation was beaten
in no small measure
at the eruption of the terror bomb

Song of Mist - Balys Sruoga

The smooth oar lifts no spray,
The soft breeze dies away,
There's joy in store today.

Root - Miklós Radnóti

Power flashes unseen through the root
That drinks rain, feeds on earth below;
And its dream is white as snow.

A Record on the Doorstep - Augustin Tin Ujević

These poems - it's not me,
even though I wrote them.
These moans, it's not me,
though I really sighed them.

The dust was here first - Vivian Tjijandjeua Ojo

The dust was here first
Mothers came to tend to the dust
and absorbed its clay shades for their skin.

Laura’s Sunday - Ndue Ukaj

In her city there is a ruined cathedral
in the midst of ruins
its choir is missing
and there is an “Ave Maria” song.
On the road edges, stones relieve pain
only the choir traces are together with dry
flower bouquets
There are many dogs, and trash.

Vondel's Lucifer (Act II, lines 493-538) - Joost van den Vondel

Chorus of Angels:
Strophe.
How glares the noble front of Heaven!
Why streams the holy light so red
Upon our face, overspread
With mournful mists from darkness driven?