The world its Ramadan will end,      The lover's Id, The feast of love, O call him, friend!      For love is Id.
HABBA KHATOON
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there.
MEWLANA JALALUDDIN RUMI
Oh that I might capture the essence of this deep midwinter night And fold it softly into the waft of a spring-moon quilt, Then fondly uncoil it the night my beloved returns.
HWANG CHIN-I
O mailman, What is your desire of me? I am far removed from the world, Surely you are mistaken, For the earth holds nothing new For this outcast.
BULAND AL-HAIDARI
A plough and a spade, that's all. A row of chrysanthemums, and orchids, A place to plant beans: That's all I need.
NGUYEN TRAI
Dispensed in measure flow I kept a watchful heart for those I cared  A limit on what I ha My children would my love divide
FREDERIC SIPIERE
Every note to sound intent and choice With art expressing beyond a formal limit As music forms abandoned would be chaos While restrictive rules awake a creative spirit
FREDERIC SIPIERE
Reflection is like a house, It has many faces, spaces and dimensions; It may have a hole for a mouse or a shed for cow. But it an also shine like the king's mansions.
ANDREW YIP
Eleven customers — one custom That’s hard to fathom A common meal by the roadside Tastiest and dirtiest side by side.
ANDREW YIP
Dismounting, I offer my friend a cup of wine, I ask what place he is headed to. He says he has not achieved his aims, Is retiring to the southern hills.
WANG WEI
I have got patronage, but am too lazy to use it; I have got land, but am too lazy to farm it. My house leaks; I am too lazy to mend it. My clothes are torn; I am too lazy to darn them.
PO CHü-I
Light is more important than the lantern, The poem more important than the notebook, And the kiss more important than the lips.
NIZAR QABBANI
My love, I love your breasts, I love your nose. I love your accent and I love your toes. I am your slave. One word, and I obey. But please don't slurp your morning brew that way.
VIKRAM SETH
From outside my house, only the faint distant sound
OTOMO NO YAKAMOCHI
You do not come On this moonless night. I wake wanting you.
ONO NO KOMACHI