All love at first, like generous wine,
Ferments and frets until ‘tis fine;
But when ‘tis settled on the lee,
And from th’ impurer matter free,
Become the richer still the older,
And proves the pleasanter the colder.
kisi girte hue insaan ko uthane do mujhe
kisi lut ti hui izzat ko bachane do mujhe
geet gaaye hain bahut pyaar aur mohabbat ke
aaj insaaniyat ke geet hi gaane do mujhe
