Monday, June 12, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

O lady with your shadow I play in vale,
Feel not your absence your lovely face,
Lies in my pretty eyes and do you hail,
I kiss the dust O Lady wherever you pace.
Now your love with my death does decay,
My thoughts in verse never will be stale,
O! Fair read in loneliness if mood be gay,
It gives you peace in your panic wail.
Come with smiles yea when I am dead,
Not to weep over my death all have to go:
Kiss my grave but the lips must be red,
Attend my funeral according to your vow,

A pious love on earth you will never find,
Say you the first but hundreds leave behind