Ruhul Amin

Aubade BY DAFYDD AP GWILYM TRANSLATED BY ROLFE HUMPHRIES It seemed as if we did not sleep One wink that night; I was sighing deep. The cruellest judge in the costliest court Could not condemn a night so short. We had the…

Blow, Northerne Wind BY ANONYMOUS     Blow, northerne wynd,   Send thou me my suetyng!   Blow, northerne wynd,     Blou, blou, blou!   Ichot a burde in boure bryht, That fully semly is on syht, Menskful maiden of myht,     Feir ant fre to fonde;…

Alysoun BY ANONYMOUS         An hendy hap ichabbe yhent;     Ichot, from hevene it is me sent;     From alle wymmen mi loue is lent,         And lyght on Alysoun.   Bytuene Mersh and Averil,     When spray biginneth to springe, The lutel foul hath hire…

Ubi sunt qui ante nos fuerunt? BY ANONYMOUS Were beeth they biforen us weren, Houndes ledden and hawkes beren,     And hadden feeld and wode?         The riche ladies in hir bowr,         That wereden gold in hir tressour,     With hir brighte rode,…

Foweles in the Frith BY ANONYMOUS Foweles in the frith, The fisses in the flod, And I mon waxe wod; Mulch sorwe I walke with For best of bon and blod.

The Cuckoo Song BY ANONYMOUS Sing, cuccu, nu. Sing, cuccu. Sing, cuccu. Sing, cuccu, nu. Sumer is i-cumin in—    Lhude sing, cuccu! Groweth sed and bloweth med    And springth the wude nu.          Sing, cuccu! Awe bleteth after lomb,    Lhouth after…

Sumer is i-cumin in BY ANONYMOUS Sing, cuccu, nu. Sing, cuccu. Sing, cuccu. Sing, cuccu, nu. Sumer is i-cumin in— Lhude sing, cuccu! Groweth sed and bloweth med And springth the wude nu. Sing, cuccu! Awe bleteth after lomb, Lhouth…

The Parlement of Fowls BY GEOFFREY CHAUCER   (excerpt)   Now welcome, somer, with thy sonne softe, That hast this wintres wedres overshake, And driven away the longe nyghtes blake! Saynt Valentyn, that art ful hy on-lofte, Thus syngen smale foules…

“If no love is, O God, what fele I so?” BY PETRARCH TRANSLATED BY GEOFFREY CHAUCER If no love is, O God, what fele I so? And if love is, what thing and which is he? If love be good, from whennes…

Pearl: Section I (Modern version) BY ANONYMOUS I 1 Pearl, the precious prize of a king, Chastely set in cherished gold, In all the East none equalling, No peer to her could I behold. So round, so rare, a radiant…

Sir Gawain and the Green Knight BY ANONYMOUS siþen þe sege and þe assaut watz sesed at troye þe bor3 brittened and brent to brondez and askez þe tulk þat þe trammes of tresoun þer wro3t watz tried for his tricherie…

Patience BY ANONYMOUS Pacience is a poynt, Þa3 hit displese ofte. When heuy herttes ben hurt wyth heÞyng oÞer elles, Suffraunce may aswag[en] hem & Þe swleme leÞe, For ho quelles vche a qued & quenches malyce; For quoso suffer cowÞe…

Beowulf (Old English version) BY ANONYMOUS Hwæt. We Gardena in geardagum, þeodcyninga, þrym gefrunon, hu ða æþelingas ellen fremedon. Oft Scyld Scefing sceaþena þreatum, monegum mægþum, meodosetla ofteah, egsode eorlas. Syððan ærest wearð feasceaft funden, he þæs frofre gebad, weox…

Amoretti XIII: “In that proud port, which her so goodly graceth” BY EDMUND SPENSER In that proud port, which her so goodly graceth, Whiles her faire face she reares up to the skie: And to the ground her eie lids low…

Amoretti VIII: More then most faire, full of the living fire BY EDMUND SPENSER More then most faire, full of the living fire, Kindled above unto the maker neere: No eies but joyes, in which al powers conspire, That to the…

Amoretti LXXXIX: Lyke as the Culver on the barèd bough BY EDMUND SPENSER Lyke as the Culver on the barèd bough, Sits mourning for the absence of her mate: And in her songs sends many a wishfull vow, For his returne…