Mmanụ e ji eri okwu.

Oil with which words are eaten. .

[aescheretalks]

Ka bu dizisti dâ kel k’u sâ prokura

Abri bu azas, N krê odjá-u tâ bua

Don’t give up on what you’re looking for

Open your wings; I want to see you fly

— Um rekadu di mi pa nha C. Ka bu skesi di mi

[aescheretalks]

Ricordeve che a Venexia i disastri che gà fato l’aqua, el vin no li ga mai fati

Remember that in Venice, the disasters are caused by the water, never the wine.

[aescheretalks]

Uni puuteroi kasvot: tanssiva geisha, suu johon kirsikka uppoaa.

A dream powders your face: a dancing geisha, a mouth that a cherry sinks into.

[aescheretalks]

havkaye v nebi lito i pidzhymaye nohy

ty mene ne prosyv

tak za pivlitra

myrra yeleyu i svichku minyavsya iz bohom

Summer growls at heaven and bends its knees.

You didn’t ask for me;

you purchased me

From God with a candle, myrrh and oil.

[aescheretalks]

Saudades de casa, da minha terra

De cada esquina perdida do mundo onde essa saudade não erra

Lá onde a dor não tem lugar, onde confesso com a luar

Longing for home, for my land

For every lost corner of the world where this homesickness is never mistaken

There, where there is no room for pain, where the moonlight hears my confession

[aescheretalks]

Jeg staar paa en Divan

og taler besynderlig Fuldemandssnak.

Jeg hævder Forkyndelsens Kunst

for et Forum af Øl og Tobak. //

Jeg holder min Bjergpræken her.

Og den er vi to som forstaar.

I am standing on a divan,

speaking a strange kind of drunken nonsense.

I insist on preaching the art

of proclamation

to an audience of beer and tobacco. //

I deliver my mountain sermon here.

And only we two understand it.

[aescheretalks]

ס׳זענען מיינע חלומות אזוי פול מיט בענקשאפט,

אז ס׳שמעקט איעדען אינדערפרי

מיין לייב מיט דיר—

s'zenen meyne khlumus azoy ful mit benkshaft,

az s'shmekt ieden inderfri

meyn leyb mit dir—

My dreams are so full of you, mornings

are fragrant of my life with you—

[aescheretalks]

我心房裏燒上一盆火，

靜候着一個遠道的客人來

Wǒ xīnfáng lǐ shāo shàng yī pén huǒ,

jìng hòuzhe yīgè yuǎndào de kèrén lái

I light a firepit up in my heart's chamber.

Waiting for my guest from afar

[aescheretalks]

နေ့တိုင်းမှာ အတိတ်ပြောသူနဲ့ အတိတ်ပြုလုပ်သူတွေ ရန်ဖြစ်ကြတယ်။

Naetinemhar aatate pyaww suunae aatate pyulotesuutway raan hpyitkyataal.

Every day, the people who talk about the past and the people who create the past fight with each other.

[aescheretalks]

Plej sola dum duopoj, sed mi celis

mian feliĉon, kie mi nur povis

kien sopiro stranga ĉiam pelis

When coupled I was most alone, yet sought

happiness where I could, where I was bound

by the compulsions of a curious yearning.

[aescheretalks]

Bu dünya vaqiədir, nə baxırsan ehtibara.

The world lasts but a moment. Why do you trust it?

[aescheretalks]

Esi ne dzo la o! Ko evͻ

Ne zu aya ƒoƒo ma le atiawo me ɖaa

When your time has come, well it was done. You have become the breath that lives in the leaves

[aescheretalks]

איז דאָ אַ גאַנג. איז קלעטער, שפרײַז,

קויף אויס דעם דורותֿדיקן שטרויכל.

דער טויט איז מוחל יעדער גרײַז,

נאָר זײַן אַ קנעכט איז ער ניט מוחל.

iz do a gang. iz kleter, shfrayz,

koyf aoys dem durusdikn shtroykhl.

der toyt iz mukhl yeder grayz,

nor zayn a knekht iz er nit mukhl.

There is a way: arise, wayfarer.

Redeem the old snare. Stride and save.

Death may forgive you any error

but can't forgive you staying a slave.

[aescheretalks]

Ótan éftasa edó gia próti forá, sto topío tou télous,

O aéras émpaine sto stóma mou me tétoia manía

Sa na ímoun o monadikós apodéktis tou

Méchri óles oi léxeis mou na exafanistoún.

Káthe déntro ypodéchetai diaforetiká ton ánemo

Álla ypoféroun, álla páli antistékontai

When I arrived for the first time in this landscape of endings

The wind entered my mouth with such fury

As if I were its sole receptacle

Until all my words disappeared.

Every tree receives the wind differently

Some suffer others resist

[aescheretalks]

need linnad kus oled armastanud

nad on natuke yhtemoodi

ykskõik kus maailmajaos

neis on samad tänavanurgad

neis peegeldub sama jõgi

neis voolavad samad pilved

these cities where you have loved

they are similar somehow

around the world

they have the same streetcorners

they reflect the same river

there are the same clouds flowing

[aescheretalks]

Ayaamahan wada qalalan

Qodxaha waayaha ku baxay

Waxay qalayaan jidhkee

Muxuu qalbiyada is-jecel

U kala qaadaa waqtigu?

These days are all dry

The thorns they have sprouted

Are shredding my flesh

Why are hearts that love each other

Taken apart by time?

[aescheretalks]

Мечтанью вечному в тиши

Так предаемся мы, поэты;

Так суеверные приметы

Согласны с чувствами души.

Mechtan'yu vechnomu v tishi

Tak predayemsya my, poety;

Tak suyevernyye primety

Soglasny s chuvstvami dushi.

A poet lives in dreams and signs,

and in his superstition sings,

thinking his feeling realigns

the contexture of things.