Thursday, June 8, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

27
My love can’t stand for your sharp tongue,
As a baby can’t bear a chilly winter night,
You from my back all pleasures wrung.
I weep bitterly when you my heart smite.
Love consoles love like a cool breeze,
But you mock at me with your silly face:
Looking at you love my all wishes cease,
But I like O lady your winter grace,
What you think about me I know not?
But what I think is written in my verse.
People know it when death me caught,
After I am gone my Love lovers rehears.

My beloved Mary my wisdom right- wing,
The left natural therefore your praise I sing.