Intoxicated by the Wine of Love - Farīd ud-Dīn ʿAṭṭār

Intoxicated by the Wine of Love.
From each a mystic silence Love demands.
What do all seek so earnestly? 'Tis Love.

Love endures hardships at the hands of the Beloved - Jalal al-Din Rumi

Through love bitter things seem sweet,
Through love bits of copper are made gold.

Autumn Song - Dante Alighieri

Know’st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the heart feels a languid grief
Laid on it for a covering,
And how sleep seems a goodly thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?

How Humble is God - Kabir

God is the tree in the forest that
allows itself to die and will not defend itself in front of those
with the axe, not wanting to cause them
shame.

Rumour from the past - Chonggi Mah

Wind, you really give up so easily.
One evening a little while back you roared
knocking, knocking at the windows and the next day
the whole world was piled with fallen leaves
as the wind waved an elderly hand
from that lofty sky above.
Your voice is a chill in the spine,
the monotonous dream of a winter tree sleeping.

Johannesburg - Feyisayo Anjorin

Writing on the walls of history
in the city of gold
keeps you on your toes
fixes your eyes on your goals

Carcassonne - Gustave Nadaud

'I'm growing old, I've sixty years;
I've labored all my life in vain:
In all that time of hopes and fears
I've failed my dearest wish to gain.
I see full well that here below
Bliss unalloyed there is for none.
My prayer will ne'er fulfilment know
I never have seen Carcassonne!

The Sad Mother - Gabriela Mistral

Sleep, sleep, my beloved,
without worry, without fear,
although my soul does not sleep,
although I do not rest.

The March of Xerxes - Luigi Alamanni

When in the wantonness of kingly pride,

Deeply repentant of my sinful ways - Gaspara Stampa

Deeply repentant of my sinful ways
And of my trivial, manifold desires,