Hur dil ke dharkan mein koe baat hoti hai. Hur udas zindigi me kisi ke yad hoti hai. Tumhain pata ho na ho tumhari Hur khushi k peche humari (dua) hoti hai
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.