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.
Khamosh muhabbat ka ehsaas hai wo,
mere khwahish mere jajbat hai wo,
aksar ye khyal kyu aata hai dil mai,
meri pahli khoj or aakhiri talash hai wo.
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Chal aisy dais main chalty hain Jhan chand aur sooraj milty hon Jhan rang titley phelati hon Jhan khoshe kay jharnay behty hon Jhan baton say khoshbo ati ho Jhan piyar ki basti basti ho
