Friday, May 12, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

425
O my heart! Let us to where we be unknown to all
None to asking from where you here you have come
This cruel and callous world free of ruth, full of gall,
Man: More than any other thing on earth winsome,
We read and read but do not read what is in our man,
Complex more than universe but easy for holy heart,
In churches and mosques man is God’s gift we profane,
And sell Eve’s daughters and but her chastity from mart
First learn its language more simple and more complex
Let us Friend come and read our holy hearts’ inner lines,
Of its force and meaning hard and mild as iron and wax
Written in rhythmic codes making perfect meaning tines,

O My Heart! Read your inner heart: the inner core of life,
Inner heart: the force of life as on earth man and cute wife