Monday, June 12, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

41
Lucks are written on the pages of stars.
Few know the language of the Book of Life.
The foolish are crushed by the fatal wars,
Why God likes blood still this notion is rife.
Men act according to heavenly motions,
No function of wisdom the stars shape trends,
All the wits fail and do not work our emotions,
Then the foolish blame luck for evil friends.
What to award constitutes the sidereal time?
Name, Fame, Wealth or all things together,
None knows its decision in the sidereal rime,
A few know its language not more but rather.

All wits fail when the wise men fall in ruin,
And the foolish call it written in their fortune.