Friday, May 27, 2016

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

342
My Lady learns fearlessness from the winch-glass,
Deceiving the lovers she learns from the jungle fox,
Beaus’ hearts flutter when her beaming eyes cross,
All wise men’s wits are kept in Beauty’s beauty box,
When on the lover’s eyes women’s lusty eyes fall,
Wit eclipse falls anon and all senses at once fail,
Then the mating desire give her day and night gall,
Thus cruel and callous women the green lovers hail,
When love grows in hearts first coquettes change,
Beauty mirror makes her day by day more cute,
First in dream with beaus she does love exchange,
Talk eyes in virgins’ love, and pretty lips are mute.

Whenever I recall my Lady’s kiss I do fall in a fit,
Ah! Days-gone-by when my Rose does by me sit