Thursday, June 30, 2016

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

323
O Rose, you avoid me, while I sing your praise,
You will die one day by after you, my poor verse,
Among people of the world your status will raise,
When you, your old lovers after you will curse,
Evergreen nothing on earth, one day all will decay,
By the claw of cruel time; none can conquer time,
But a few believe in it when wise men this says
My verses, full of your praise give glee in rhyme,
Holy love lives in holy soul and soul never dies,
My love goes with you when your poor soul flies,
Holy soul lives in soul, in heaven again will rise
And all will listen in heaven true love soul’s cries

O My Lady, sit by me, someday merrily in lone,
Alas! You will not see my shadow when I am gone