Us k saath rehte rehte chahat si ho gai
Us se baat karte karte humain aadat si ho gai,
Aik pal na mile to becheni si lagti hai,
Dosti nibhate nibhate usay MOHABBAT si ho gai . . .
True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself.
It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen
with white hairs and is always young in the heart....
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers'' eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers'' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet
