Tuesday, June 13, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

63
Last night a sad bird sat on a pale bough,
Of my heart-wish I asked for the reason,
Listening to me at once wish tears flow,
From his eyes I saw in my sleepy vision.
I offer her to stay in my heart forever,
Listening to it smiles flapping his wings:
Flies over me with scattering golden hair,
And a fairy song in his voice he sings.
When I did awake it was my poor heart,
Turns into ashes with the heat of desire,
That gives his heart to my enemy cart
And leaves me knowingly in the mire

Those who fall in false love get disgrace,
I fall in love trouble a loyal love to trace.