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.

Let the honour of thy pupil be as dear - Rabbi Eleazar

Let the honour of thy pupil be as dear to thee as that of thy colleague; 

that of thy colleague, as the reverence of thy master; 

and the reverence of thy master, as that of the Most High.

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Rabbi Eleazar [Eleazar ben Shammua or Eleazar I] (2nd Century) Israel

Translator not stated

Source: Jewish Encyclopedia

Indian Ocean Ode - Luís Carlos Patraquim

robber of the wind and the fragile

Indian Ocean lines that spurt

in clear partying / with my blood

I scarf what I can / untameable

geometry of caves in this

Journey into night - Janina Degutyte

My sister told me, "You are not my brother."

My brother told me, "You are not my brother."

Where can I find a sister - where, a brother.

Who am, to sister and to brother, alien?

Oh, Sing with Exultation - Anders Arrebo

Oh, sing with exultation,

Sing to the Lord, rejoice,

And in His congregation

Shout with triumphant voice.

The Dark Palace - Alice Milligan

There beams no light from thy hall to-night,

                                     Oh, House of Fame;

No mead-vat seethes and no smoke upwreathes

                                     O’er the hearth’s red flame;

Pythia 7 - Pindar

The great city of Athens is the loveliest

invocation, to cast down as foundation stone for the song

to magnify the wide-flung strength of the sons of Alkmaion, and their victory with horses.

What country could you live in? what habitation? 

and name one more conspicuous for all Hellas to attend.

Sudsakorn (from Phra Aphai Mani) - Sunthorn Phu

Do not trust others, he said:                     

be afraid of the human mind.

A royal epitaph - Eshmunazar II

I have departed hence,

And am no more forever.

Like the day I vanished,

Hath my spirit faded from the world,

And my voice

Ceased from sounding in the ears of men.