Unbolt the wind to me!
Brag I with audacious pride.
But that first gust of him
Makes me stumble and shrink.

My barque is covered up
With leaves and windfall-pears.
His heaven azures me
And his earth is cushioning.

The warming of his wine
And the sighing of his fire,
His honeys bitterness
Are reviving me,

Expose me to the storms
And leave me to despair.
But once his cold will die
In my ardent embrace.

[Lyrics: K.-U. Skerra]

I have no name
I am but two days old,-
What shall I call thee?
I happy am
Joy is my name,-
Sweet joy befall thee!

Pretty joy!
Sweet joy but two days old.
Sweet joy I call thee:
Thou dost smile
I sing the while
Sweet joy befall thee.

[Lyrics: William Blake]

Be near me when my light is low.
When the blood creeps and the nerves prick
And tongle, and the heart is sick,
And all the wheels of beeing slow.

Be near me when the sensous frame
Is racked with pangs that conquer trust,
And time a maniac, scattering dust,
And life, a fury, slinging flame.

Be near me when my faith is dry,
And men the flies of latter spring,
That lay their eggs, and sting and sing,
And weave their petty cells and die.

Be near me when I fade away,
To point the term of human strife.
And on the low dark verge of life
The twilight of eternal day.

[Lyrics: Alfred Lord Tennyson]

Bene est viro qui
miseretur et commodat-
qui disponit res suas
cum justitia.
In aeternum non vacilabit.

Distribuit, donat pauperibus,
munificentia ejus manebit semper,
cornu ejus
extolletur cum gloria.

[Lyrics: Mittelalterlich / Medieval]

Caged in old woods,whose reverend echoes wake
When the hern screams along the distant lake,
Her little heart oft flutters to be free,
Oft sighs to turn the unrelenting key.

In vain the nurse that rusted relic wears,
Nor moved by gold - nor to be moved by tears;
And terraced walls their black reflection throw
On the green-mantled moat that sleeps below.

[Lyrics: Samuel Rogers]

I vex my heart with fancies dim:
He still outstript me in the race;
It was but unity of place
That made me dream I ranked with him.

And so May place retain us still,
And he the much-beloved again,
A lord of large experience, train
To riper growth the mind and will:

And what delights can equal those
That stir the spirits inner deeps,
When one that loves but knows not, reaps
A truth from one that loves and
knows?

[Lyrics: Alfred Lord Tennyson]

You're within reach
but out of here.
Your breath and warmth
are always near -
But lost to me.

I'm bound by laws
and chained in time.
Im filth and lie
and flesh of mine -
(But) your traces in me.
That grain of light
You sent to here
Goes unattainable to me -
Goes underground.
Your depht and height
Removed from me.
In mind and blood
I'll gradually
- Turn to stone.

[Lyrics: K.-U. Skerra]

Time runs out.
I left behind
My breath came up to here.
Till now I hesitated.
Tired eyes -
I scan the old horizon.
My path cant end this way.
But dyes rapidly fading.

Find to calm,
My heart without.
But Im to weak to try.
That lie was my undoing.

Breakable
Arising hope for silence, -
Thus far I was the child.
The sleepers now awakened.

[Lyrics: K.-U. Skerra]

Sic aetatis ver humanae
iuventus primo mane
reflorescit paululum

mane tatem hoc excludit
vitae vesper, dum concludit
vitale crepusculum

Ignis, quo crucior
Immo quo glorior
Ignis est invisibilis.

Iam dolcis amica
venito quam sicut cor meum diligo.

Quanta sunt gaudia amanti et amato
sine fellis macula
dilecte sociato.

nam quibus non sim vitiis obnoxius
qui pravis semper deservivi moribus

The moon's greygolden meshes make
All nights a veil,
The shorelamps in the sleeping lake
Laburnum tendrils trail.

The sly reeds whisper to the night
A name - his name -
And all my soul is a delight,
A swoon of shame.

[Lyrics: James Joyce]

When I see you... I smile.
I still care for you. I cry.

When I think things go my way...
I have what I thought I wanted;
yet I'm still sad for you.

Once you told me times would change...
threw me to the brittle air;
but I still care for you.

I wish you could smile.
I wish you could smile.

[Lyrics: Sam Rosenthal]

Keshite Yasura gukotononai omae
Shikashi Soledemonao kagilinonai
Tshitsujoo Nashiteilu

Sokoshilenu Fukasao himeteilu Omae

Hateshinai Umiyo umiyo
Hateshinaku Hiloku sokoshilenu

Hateshinai Umiyo Umiyo

[Lyrics: Keiji Sayama/O. Parusel]

Les sanglots longs
des violons
de l'automne
blessent mon coeur
d'une langueur
monotone.

Tout suffocant
et blême, quand
sonne l'heure.
je me souviens
des jours anciens,
et je pleure...

Et je m'en vais
au vent mauvais
qui m'emporte
de çà, de là,
pareil à la
feuille morte.

[Lyrics: Paul Verlaine]

Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made...
Those are pearls that were his eyes.
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange ...
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell.

Ding-Dong.

Hark! now I hear them -
Ding-dong bell.

[Lyrics: William Shakespeare]

I walked abroad in a snowy day
I ask'd the soft snow with me to play...

She play'd and she melted in all her prime,
And the winter call'd it a dreadfull crime.

[Lyrics: William Blake]

Si mare volvens
turbidus Auster
misceat aestum,
vitrea dudum
parque serenis
unda diebus
mox resoluto
sordida caeno
visibus obstat.

Nubibus atris
condita nullum
fundere possunt
sidera lumen.

[Lyrics: Boethius]

Puisque tout passe, faisons
la mélodie passagère;
celle qui nous désaltère,
aura de nous raison.

Chantons ce qui nous quitte
avec amour et art;
soyons plus vite
que le rapide départ.

[Lyrics: Rainer Maria Rilke]

You led my dream to the horizon,
You bore my imprint there;
Carried my feet to the clear lake
For glass lay everywhere.

Under broken shards
Were dreams that never lived,
But they saved lives so many times
When we were cast adrift -

From a bus you saw an old man
Crying about his past,
But he was playing on his violin
A memory made to last.

Are we destined to find
Darkness deep and vast?
Regrets so scattered through our minds
Shine like broken glass –

Where hope had lured by the thousand
You gently lay me down...

[Lyrics: Louisa John-Krol & Mark Krol]

La lune blanche
Luit dans les bois;
De chaque branche
Part une voix
Sous la ramée...

Ô bien-aimée.
L'étang reflète,
Profond miroir,
La silhouette
Du saule noir
Où le vent pleure...

Rêvons, c'est l'heure,

Un vaste et tendre
Apaisement
Semble descendre
Du firmament
Que l'astre irise...

C'est l'heure exquise.

[Lyrics: Paul Verlaine]

Viri, quousque estis graves corde?
Quare diligitis vanitatem et quaeritis mendacium?

Os habent
et non audiunt
oculos
et non vident.

[Lyrics: from Sursum Corda]

If one Day I go my last way
In which place will I be?
And I ask myself: Who will miss me?
Which last word will I say?

Love, Hate, Revenge, Why?
Forgive me, Remember me, No! Wait?
It’s not hurting, I feel calm, Keep this moment, Oh - that pain
Why that early? I’ve been waiting!
Was it worth it?
Why that late? Why that late!

[Lyrics: Olaf Parusel]

In Winter on the Cumner ridge
A Stranger looked from Godstow bridge
His dream to change into the air
A gleam that played inside his hair

Lifted to the northern sea
A thousand timorous tendrils creep
From Ilium to Palladium
The naked shingles from the rim of Night

His beating wings then tore the sky
A vagrant will sent forth a cry
The midland master of the gates
Unfurled a pounding cloud of sails

A voice of gold to hide a star
A tide of light to carry far
And danger was to tarry here
For never would we stand so near with night.

[Lyrics: Louisa John-Krol]

Persian Lyrics by Hassan Dehlawi (14th century)

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.

I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

[Lyrics: William Butler Yeats]

So many clouds I’ve seen
So many birds I’ve seen
They never will come back.

So many words we’ve said
So many books we read
It never will come back.

How many years we’ll live
How many things we’ll give
What happens if we go?

[Lyrics: Olaf Parusel]