Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers'' eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers'' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet
is tarah sataya hai pareshaan kiya hai goya k muhabbat nahi ehasaan kiya hai socha tha k tum dosaron jaise nahi hoge tum ne bhi wahi kam meri jan kiya hai mushkil tha bohut mere liye tark-e-taalluq ye kam bhi tum ne mera asaan kiya hai
