Wednesday, June 21, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

328
When gentle rain falls with cool and sweet breeze,
Me seem my Lady’s tears fall from the eyes on cheeks,
In your sad eyes I see some sorrows that increase,
My gloom of day and night for thousands of weeks,
When I recall your youth still fresh like red, red rose,
Love dews falling on the cheeks sweet words on the lip,
I feel gloom when you turn her face and my love goes,
Leaving me in wail and owe losing my love grip.
O Lady! You will leave me but my image will go,
With your being like your shadow goes side by side,
Sometime short, sometime long in the evening row,
You can hide your love, but shadow you cannot hide.

True love; the shadow of lover’s being, follow you,
It records all your deeds in lone if my love is true