Wednesday, June 21, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

314
Once tired of woe I take rest in my beloved’s arms,
Resting on her coral breasts sleep descend in my soul,
I see my soul in heaven free of all earthly harms,
I see the angels of heaven busy doing God’s carol,
He cheeks on my cheeks, her red, red lips on my lips,
Her ruby breast touching my chest full of love heat,
I recall all Adam’s love haven in my Eden kips,
Running fast than average my poor heart beat,
Awaking from the dream I find my being in world,
Full of woes, sorrows and suffering on the ground
My soul flies to hell when the soul’s cry I heard,
In silky arm no charms O my God I have found,

Love; is a palm tree, neither its shade nor fruit,
Its heat burns, the travelers and stop the route