Tuesday, April 11, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

239
Tired of day’s work, falling on my warm cozy bed,
My limbs want rest but my strong soul not tired,
Sleeping on my bed starts a journey in my head,
Mind flight moves when my tied body expired,
Then my eyes search for you, what are you doing?
In darkness on the beech leaving dark night on you
Shrinking your face figures and cheeks are wooing,
Now ask your heart O Lady you to me false or true,
My soul eyes shine in darkness, or in a dark view,
Watching everything clearly with my soul flight,
That converts my old grief into all grief, new,
Teases me more in darkness breast opening sight,

By day I think you, O Lady by night for you I weep
In your grief I lay on bed and my poor eyes sleep