The first is a poem by Jalalludin Rumi named "Looking for your face". The one version is recited by me (by heart) - I wonder if you are able to recognize which on of them it is;-)
I marked some of the words which seem to me "difficult"
You can download the MP3 version of this beautiful poem below these videos.
From the beginning of my life
I have been looking for your face
but today I have seen it
Today I have seen
the charm, the beauty,
the unfathomable grace
of the face
that I was looking for
Today I have found you
and those who laughed
and scorned me yesterday
are sorry that they were not looking
as I did
I am bewildered by the magnificence
of your beauty
and wish to see you
with a hundred eyes
My heart has burned with passion
and has searched forever
for this wondrous beauty
that I now behold
I am ashamed
to call this love human
and afraid of God
to call it divine
Your fragrant breath
like the morning breeze
has come to the stillness of the garden
You have breathed new life into me
I have become your sunshine
and also your shadow
My soul is screaming in ecstacy
Every fiber of my being
is in love with you
has lit a fire in my heart
and you have made radiant for me
the earth and sky
My arrow of love
has arrived at the target
I am in the house of mercy
and my heart
is a place of prayer
Another love poem is a poem by Czech poet Karel Hynek Mácha called "MAY". It is translated to English language by Edith Pargeter and is recited by me (this time the only one who was available) Enjoy it! With love :-)
Note - This is only a small fragment of it.
The twilit May—the time of love.
Meltingly called the turtle-dove,
Where rich and sweet pinewoods lay.
Whispered of love the mosses frail,
The flowering tree as sweetly lied,
The rose's fragrant sigh replied
To love-songs of the nightingale.
In shadowy woods the burnished lake
Darkly complained a secret pain,
By circling shores embraced again;
And heaven's clear sun leaned down to take
A road astray in azure deeps,
Like burning tears the lover weeps.
Late evening, on the first of May--
The twilit May-the time of love--
Meltingly calls the turtle-dove:
“Hynek! Vilem! Ah, Jarmila!!!