Wednesday, May 17, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

471
You like a swan mute when you will unlock
Your locked throat tell me, O My Pretty Rose
My hearts weeps watching silence like a cock
A bad omens of doubt in my poor heart grows
Your long silence produces in heart many doubts
In lone I think the second lover you in heart keep
But snatches my love from your heart I in bouts
I grew a tender love plant how can I thorns reap?
When I in solitude heave a long sorrowful sigh
I lose my conscious and fall on your love thorns
My poor body bleeds on my night bed when I lie
None around me but your love and I are forlorn

Silence in love teaches me all night one lesson
Do not trust in whore’s love, and his cute mason