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.
Jara toh aankh khule..Hum hosh me toh aaye.
Hum apne aap me toh aaye.
Hazaar sajde kiye raat-raat bhar hum,
Jo dil saaf na ho..
Kya jamee pe noor aaye..!!