15.
Ode to Nightingale
By JH Sayyar
1
The Queen of Peace; the princess of flowers,
You sing among the trees sitting all alone,
When you find nothing; sing many a hours,
Knowing not what is a poor man’s groan,
Your locked throat opens always in a dale,
Who listen to your notes? Flower or trees,
Your songs unknown; voice full of sorrow
Flowers hear your notes more than a man
Your locked throat unlocks in cool breeze,
Today I listen to you; will listen tomorrow,
All sad men and women; your voice fan
2
Listening to your winsome voice I recall,
My Lady’s mood; sleeping on her cozy bed,
Your charm full voice sleeps her I rise and fall,
Her negligence bows me down all day tears shed,
She sleeps upsides down listening to your voice,
She is fond of your notes I curse your fairy song,
Leave her home-tree anon and go in a dale,
Spread sorrows there I do not like your noise,
Sing in the palace tree, awake the sleeping throng,
Among the trees; sing O my poor Nightingale
3
You are charm full; you sing always unseen
Discreet: the secret of charm, you know it well,
Therefore you sing among the trees; all green,
You lock your throat, if you hear poor’s groan,
Just like my Lady; free of woe, full of pleasure,
Sleep; her nightingale, sleep; her night charm,
You teach my Ladylove always sing and sleep,
All visit fairy lands in sleeping in leisure,
And night dreams keep her all day warm,
You teach her sleeping; let the lover weep.
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