They Flee From Me – By: Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503-1542)

They flee from me that sometime did me seek

With naked foot, stalking in my chamber.

I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek,

That now are wild and do not remember

That sometime they put themself in danger

To take bread at my hand; and now they range,

Busily seeking with a continual change.

 

Thanked be fortune it hath been otherwise

Twenty times better; but once in special,

In thin array after a pleasant guise,

When her loose gown from her shoulders did fall,

And she me caught in her arms long and small;

Therewithall sweetly did me kiss

And softly said, ‘dear heart, how like you this?’

 

It was no dream: I lay broad waking.

But all is turned thorough my gentleness

Into a strange fashion of forsaking;

And I have leave to go of her goodness,

And she also, to use newfangleness.

But since that I so kindly am served

 

I would fain know what she hath deserved.

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My Lute Awake – By: Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503-1542)

My lute awake! perform the last

Labour that thou and I shall waste,

And end that I have now begun;

For when this song is sung and past,

My lute be still, for I have done.

 

As to be heard where ear is none,

As lead to grave in marble stone,

My song may pierce her heart as soon;

Should we then sigh or sing or moan?

No, no, my lute, for I have done.

 

The rocks do not so cruelly

Repulse the waves continually,

As she my suit and affection;

So that I am past remedy,

Whereby my lute and I have done.

 

Proud of the spoil that thou hast got

Of simple hearts thorough Love’s shot,

By whom, unkind, thou hast them won,

Think not he hath his bow forgot,

Although my lute and I have done.

 

Vengeance shall fall on thy disdain

That makest but game on earnest pain.

Think not alone under the sun

Unquit to cause thy lovers plain,

Although my lute and I have done.

 

Perchance thee lie wethered and old

The winter nights that are so cold,

Plaining in vain unto the moon;

Thy wishes then dare not be told;

Care then who list, for I have done.

 

And then may chance thee to repent

The time that thou hast lost and spent

To cause thy lovers sigh and swoon;

Then shalt thou know beauty but lent,

And wish and want as I have done.

 

Now cease, my lute; this is the last

Labour that thou and I shall waste,

And ended is that we begun.

Now is this song both sung and past:

My lute be still, for I have done. 

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Fire and Ice – By: Edmund Spenser

My love is like to ice, and I to fire:

how comes it then that this her cold so great

is not dissolv’d through my so hot desire,

but harder grows, the more I her entreat?

 

Or how comes it that my exceeding heat

is not delayed by her heart frozen cold,

but that I burn much more in boiling sweat,

and feel my flames augmented manifold?

 

What more miraculous thing may be told

that fire, which all thing melts, should harden ice:

and ice which is congealed with senseless cold,

should kindle fire by wonderful device?

 

Such is the pow’r of love in gentle mind

that it can alter all the course of kind.

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Hymn – By: Joseph Addison


The spacious firmament on high,

With all the blue ethereal sky,

And spangled heavens, a shining frame,

Their great Original proclaim.

Th’ unwearied Sun from day to day

Does his Creator’s power display;

And publishes to every land

The work of an Almighty hand.

 

Soon as the evening shades prevail,

The Moon takes up the wondrous tale;

And nightly to the listening Earth

Repeats the story of her birth:

Whilst all the stars that round her burn,

And all the planets in their turn,

Confirm the tidings as they roll,

And spread the truth from pole to pole.

 

What though in solemn silence all

Move round the dark terrestrial ball;

What though nor real voice nor sound

Amidst their radiant orbs be found?

In Reason’s ear they all rejoice,

And utter forth a glorious voice;

For ever singing as they shine,

‘The Hand that made us is divine.’

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Girl in Love – By: Rainer Maria Rilke

That’s my window. This minute

So gently did I alight

From sleep–was still floating in it.

Where has my life its limit

And where begins the night?

 

I could fancy all things around me

Were nothing but I as yet;

Like a crystal’s depth, profoundly

Mute, translucent, unlit.

 

I have space to spare inside me

For the stars, too: so full of room

Feels my heart; so lightly

Would it let go of him, whom

 

For all I know I have started

To love, it may be to hold.

Strange, as if never charted,

Stares my fortune untold.

 

Why is it I am bedded

Beneath this infinitude,

Fragrant like a meadow,

Hither and thither moved,

 

Calling out, yet fearing

Someone might hear the cry,

Destined to disappearing

Within another I.

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A lyric by Bulleh Shah – A sufi Poet

(Original in Punjabi- Scroll further down for English translation)

 

Keen Jaana mein kaun

Bulleh! ki jaana maen kaun

Na maen momin vich maseet aan

Na maen vich kufar diyan reet aan

Na maen paakaan vich paleet aan

Na maen moosa na pharaun.

 

Bulleh! ki jaana maen kaun

 

Na maen andar ved kitaab aan,

Na vich bhangaan na sharaab aan

Na vich rindaan masat kharaab aan

Na vich jaagan na vich saun.

 

Bulleh! ki jaana maen kaun.

 

Na vich shaadi na ghamnaaki

Na maen vich paleeti paaki

Na maen aabi na maen khaki

Na maen aatish na maen paun

 

Bulleh!, ki jaana maen kaun

 

Na maen arabi na lahori

Na maen hindi shehar nagauri

Na hindu na turak peshawri

Na maen rehnda vich nadaun

 

Bulla, ki jaana maen kaun

 

Na maen bheth mazhab da paaya

Ne maen aadam havva jaaya

Na maen apna naam dharaaya

Na vich baitthan na vich bhaun

 

Bulleh , ki jaana maen kaun

 

Avval aakhir aap nu jaana

Na koi dooja hor pehchaana

Maethon hor na koi siyaana

Bulla! ooh khadda hai kaun

 

Bulla, ki jaana maen kaun

 

 

(English Translation)

 

Bulleh! to me, I am not known

 

Not a believer inside the mosque, am I

Nor a pagan disciple of false rites

Not the pure amongst the impure

Neither Moses, nor the Pharaoh

 

Bulleh! to me, I am not known

 

Not in the holy Vedas, am I

Nor in opium, neither in wine

Not in the drunkard`s intoxicated craze

Niether awake, nor in a sleeping daze

 

Bulleh! to me, I am not known

 

In happiness nor in sorrow, am I

Neither clean, nor a filthy mire

Not from water, nor from earth

Neither fire, nor from air, is my birth

 

Bulleh! to me, I am not known

 

Not an Arab, nor Lahori

Neither Hindi, nor Nagauri

Hindu, Turk, nor Peshawari

Nor do I live in Nadaun

 

Bulleh! to me, I am not known

 

Secrets of religion, I have not known

From Adam and Eve, I am not born

I am not the name I assume

Not in stillness, nor on the move

 

Bulleh! to me, I am not known

 

I am the first, I am the last

None other, have I ever known

I am the wisest of them all

Bulleh! do I stand alone

 

Bulleh! to me, I am not known

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