Friday, July 21, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

14
Ah silver O lady in your hair is seen,
I think your sweet life-circle is end.
Wishes die courage fails, eyes keen,
Tell you the truth it is time to errand.
Ask your beauty where it is gone?
And leaves the false pride forever,
People hate you when you are lone
And your beauty false lovers devour.
Look in the glass it tells you the truth,
All fled but the pride sits at your brow:
Experience tells in beauty lies no ruth,
Tell me the story the feet of the crow.

I love you and your love me taught,
All woes are written in the lover’s lot.