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.
Khaber he kaha thi k tum sy itni Muhabt ho jayie k tum sy ek pal b door na rha paye gie itni ulfat ho jayie gie tum bulao ya na bulao hum khud he jana tumhry pass chaly ayie gy
