380. When I see the moon in blue sky,

SONNET 380

By JH Sayyar

When I see the moon in blue sky,
Dim tars playing with the moon,
To see my Mistress’s face I try:
To kiss but a soft voice, O Loon,
It is not the moon, a lover’s heart,
In which your Lady lives alone,
All pleasures for lovers life part,
Listening to it heart does moan,
After toil I reach at the solid point,
Like moonlit cute women’s face,
False vows with the first anoint,
Her cheeks lovers’ trapping base,

Trust not in love: a whore’s smile,
Her woes are long: smile for a while!