577. I am writing my feverish heart tale

SONNET 577

By JH Sayyar

I am writing my feverish heart tale
Tearful eyes waiting for you still!
Ah! You leave me in a sorrow vale
Your love in lone wants me to kill
You missing, useless in the spring
My eyes do not want to see flowers
I weep when cuckoos sad songs sing
Come! O Lady come, in this hours
Ah! I have all blessings of Creator
Alas! But I got fate at my birth hard
Come! O Lady come, be not a baiter
Ah! My Patience laughs at the bard

I am not all alone in love that ruins!
In love: a lot now my heart croons!