Wednesday, May 17, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

468
Lovers’ corpses are buried in my mistress’ eyes
Lovers’ sobs are hidden in my bitter Lady’s heart
Desire to kiss the cheeks burns in the lovers’ sighs
Killing lovers by thankless kissing, her nature part
Your beauty deceives as chameleon by the tongue
Looks like swallowing air but most swift in prey
All insects creeping on the trees old and young
My mistress enjoys the lover’s heart on tongue tray
Love, the child of soul, your soul is utterly sick
Love and faith O Lady both are deaf and blind
Cannot see but listen to the weeping lover-trick
O Lady your soul sick of you and to you unkind

Love the issue of soul, faith binds the lover’s hope
With the thread of holy thought as bull with a rope