And nothing remains - Fadwa Tuqan

We are together tonight,
But you'll be hidden from me tomorrow
By the cruelty of this life.

I have loved thee - Bedros Tourian

It was the hour of dew and light;
In heaven a conflagration cold
Of roses burned, instead of clouds;
There was a rain of pearls and gold.

Whirlwind - José Rótulo

I live not knowing how I can resist
This fever that clings to your love.
They are whirlwinds with your name and my madness,
with your laugh and my bitterness, that torture my being.

Spring Beginning - Po Chü-i

The snow melts, days are each time hotter,

Nemea 2 - Pindar

Even as the Homeridai, 
the rhapsode singers of stories, for the greater part 
begin with a prelude to Zeus, so this man also 
is given his first choral for victory in the sacred games at Nemea 
in Zeus' grove, the much-besung. 

Go out, my heart, and seek delight - Paulus Gerhardt

Go out, my heart, and seek delight,
In this dear summer time so bright,
In God’s abundance daily;
The beauty of these gardens see,
And look, how they for me and thee
Have decked themselves so gaily.

The trees with spreading leaves are blessed,
The earth her dusty rind has dressed
In green so young and tender.
Narcissus and the tulip fair
Are clothed in raiment far more rare
Than Solomon, in splendour.

Possibilities - Kadyr Myrza Ali

They tell you
the snow is melting.
Is the winter just sweating, in fact?

Liber XXXXV: On Acme and Septumius - Catullus

Cupid sneezing in his flight, 
Once was heard upon the right. 

Boding woe to lovers true;

This Summer Was Different - Rumi Ullidov

This summer was different
For there were no sunny days
Nor starry nights
Van Gogh would cough and be sick

Serenata - Miloš Crnjanski

Hear, the moon weeps, young and yellow.
Listen to me, darling, the last time.
I will die, so when you want me,
do not shout my name on the sunset.