Tuesday, May 9, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

366
I meet a traveler on the way in the sunny eve,
Who tell me his mistress is more true and fair,
Five years pass but she does not me deceive,
Today she does come not here I am full of woe,
Listening to his talk I unlock my locked throat,
I awaiting my love sitting here for five years,
Alas! I cannot sleep her love for my eyes a mote,
Your eyes tarrying for her my eyes full of tears,
He lost in my eyes and sits by me on the ground,
Looking into my tearful eyes he shouts with joys,
Watching her face in my eyes her joys no bound,
I do sadly say for women the lovers’ heart toys,

Now agreeing with me he says love a self deceit
Arm to arm love travels might hearts sighs beat