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.
Tere naam se apna naam jhoor loon aye sanam,
Teri sansoon se apni sanseen jhoor loon aye sanam,
Thaam loon hathoon mein hath yunhi umar bhar,
Zindagi ki sham ho jaye teri bahoon mein aye sanam...
TujhE Chahte Hy Be-Inteha Pr Chahna Nhi Ata Ye Kesi Muhabat Hy K mjhe Kehna Nhi Ata Zindgi Me Aa Jao mri Zindgi Bn Kr K Tere Bn mujhe Zinda Rehna Nhi Ata.