Tuesday, June 20, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

287
Ah! Since my birth O MY Love you and I,
Live together, my sweet love, come to me,
To console my poor heart otherwise I die,
As in lonesome injured man’s sigh full cry
Daily look you I in my sweet, sweet dream,
Dreams come to me like gentle evening rain,
I see your pretty face when I in lone deem,
Me seems this pretty world to me all in vain,
O Lady! Love enters into soul through eyes,
When I saw your being in my holy vision,
I cannot you touch, through my soul spies,
But your absence in my poor soul confusion

O MY Lady, come let us enjoy this holy night,
With wining and dining in the vale! All is right.