Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

Praise to him! who have granted you the beauty,  Winds and venues leap up with sweetness. Salute to your sweet petals; ah, dear Tulip baby!  My heart swells with your fragrance, so unique. Someone alien just passed by your pleasant Eden. Weary of many days sojourned for a while,  Your scenes have now become more florid. I do fear that your beauty might beguile me. If God so wishes, I shall come again to see you. May the earth be feeling more fine with your perfumes?  What a worthy festival of colours held by the foothills,  I am yearning to make there my abode. The nature bestowed you the beamy dyes,  And this naked beauty is bewitching my eyes,  The gentle stars are devoting all their lights,  Thereby drawing near, the night of delights,  Nothing is so fragrant as the glory of a flower,  Mine eyes do love to see you hour after hour... ----- Affaq

Edhe's Daughter! A halfwit, I was made to fall asleep on the hillside. When the wind was chilly and the weather was murky. In my unconsciousness, my hands have been tied. I couldn't give a cry, see, smell, or even hear. And I was made to drink an unsweetened fruit. A savage entered my orchard,  and stole my chameli. Then stole the show and my dear keyed flute. My mouth was sealed off, and I was hesitant to fight back again. It's such a melancholy that struck me deeply. No more smiling; no more time to play with the moon,  From all the worries of the world, I'm now completely clean. It was a long night's journey, dame silly, eh, chamali. © Affaq

Evening of sorrow  And she met me when I was far away, so she wept in such a way,  It seemed like someone who met after a long century. I myself felt strongly like a rain in my eyes, methinks. Some hidden dreams broke through her past energy,  Or like someone came and then took her bouquet away. On an evening of sorrow near the end of the journey,  A grief broke up, and a hunter halted his bow to shoot  The sparrow—maybe he remembered his own infants On an evening of sorrow, a flower bud sprung up  Frost came to confront it, the rising bud unable to view  Those heaven-circling pearls  from his infant Eye, on an evening of sorrow, a lonely cloud scattered  Rigorously before touching the enriching hills On an evening of sorrow near the end of journey. © Affaq

Every candle burned out, and the stars slept late in splendour. Sceneries disappearing early revealed the jolliness,  Winds flying to great heights played the violins of his greatness. The clouds napped in ditches. of the hills,  The groves are still, and the rills are mute. Every candle burns out slowly and slowly,  And the sweet night departs sincerely,  Where are you? Give a voice, dearest joy,  When in the solitude, my spirit annoys © Poet Affaq 

Cuckoo is one of my old childhood friends,  And I always had been different from other kids,  In the rainy season, I used to make two rounds. Every day, beneath the willow trees with other guys. As I grew older, I forgot life's many noteworthy things,  But not those happy moments with the Cuckoo  His voice is first harmonic and worth the heeding. Refreshing old memories truly makes us new. And still today, whenever he sings at gracious dawn,  My heart leaps up with joy and  I don't delay,  To leave out the bed and join his famous song. It's his uniqueness that greets us at first light And simultaneously when the tempter misleds us  With his fantasies and delusions, the worst type © Poet Affaq 

Bonjour  I behold some fragrant flames in your eyes,  Your ways and your styles are quite unique. And so the shores do also meet in your eyes,  I saw some fragrant mysteries in your eyes. May your love be ever strong and  live ever young. I behold a miracle of loveliness in your eyes,  I saw not any mark of disarray in your eyes,  Your habits are more beauteous then you. I saw no dismay or derision in your speaks You've got pleasant roses on your cheeks. And I behold the springtime in your smiles,  I praise without reason your rural  costume,  You're so gentle, ah! simple, a lovely groom. Bonjour relish the youthful bloom of that happy moon. © Poet Affaq