SONNET 427
By JH Sayyar
I traveled with Muse in the mosque,
Hiding self in the guiders’ thoughts,
Full of pleasures and fine wine cask,
Worship and justice the eyes’ motes,
Our face nice, our thoughts very bad,
Ah! We feel pleasures in evil deeds!
Thinking about the Day heart is sad,
I come to plant flowers; grow weeds,
We collect pelf God does not receive
Children and wife with us not in grave
Good deeds go with us, relatives leave:
Mar our beings; mortal home to pave,
If we have treasures; no honest feats!
Neither here nor in heaven God greets
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