It Has The HANDSTo Help Other
It Has FEETTo Hasten To Poor & Needy
It Has EYESTo See Misery & want
It Has EARS To hear Thee Sights & Sorrows Of Men . . .
Things base and vile, holding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form and dignity.
Love looks not with the eye, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
zindagi main bohat baar waqat asa ai ga
jb tum ko cahnay wala hi tum ko rulai ga
magar bhrosa rakhna uspar akelay main
who tum say kahi ziyada aansu bahaye ga
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
