Humare dil me dhadkan aapki sunai deti hai,
Aankhon me surat aapki dikhai deti hai.
Chalte to hum hai lekin,
jab mudte hain to parchhai aapki dikhai deti hai.
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