SONNET 170
By JH Sayyar
All winter nights O Lady! I engross,
In watching you in the hellish vision,
Passes just like moving sights cross,
Before eyes your pretty youth region
I see your childhood, youth and old age,
My mind glass shows me all reflections,
With golden faults on the unseen page,
Recorded forever hates and affections
I do wonder what I have done before,
No virtues I see in my Book of Life,
When I count virtues, sins are more,
I have wasted my life in love strife.
O Fair! Life is given once use it better,
Avoid quarrels; wealth does not matter.
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