Nightingales, a sigh, a whisper - Afanasy Afanasevich Fet

Nightingales, a sigh, a whisper
In a shady nook
And the lullaby in silver
Of a lazy brook.

A Preliminary Sketch Concerning a Language - Afzal Ahmed Syed

In your language every line begins from an opposite end.
The pronunciation of its words changes from day to night
and their orthography changes with the change of seasons.

The Cricket - Arseny Tarkovsky

To tell the truth, I'm kin
          to the house cricket.
I sing a secret song
          above the oven's ash.
For me, one brings
          the water to a fierce boil,
For me, another
          prepares a hearth of gold.

Beauty And Toil - Josh Malihabadi

There she sweats on the road, a beauteous, restless lass,
In scorching sun she breaks the stones, her bangles clink and clash.

Ballade - François Villon

I know flies in milk
I know the man by his clothes
I know fair weather from foul
I know the apple by the tree
I know the tree when I see the sap
I know when all is one
I know who labors and who loafs
I know everything but myself.

The Mystery - Amergin Glúingel

I am the wind which breathes upon the sea,
I am the wave of the ocean,

Children of Our Age - Wislawa Szymborska

We are children of our age,
it's a political age.

Are you looking for me? - Kabir

Are you looking for me? I am in the next seat.
My shoulder is against yours.

The Woman and the Flame - Aimé Césaire

A bit of light that descends the springhead of a gaze
twin shadow of the eyelash and the rainbow on a face
and round about
who goes there angelically
ambling

Anthem - Ahmad Shamlu

Before being turned to ashes
 by the wrath of the thunderbolt,
    he had forced the steer of the tempest
         to kneel before his might.