We must widen the circle of our love until it embraces the whole village; the village in turn must take into its fold the district; the district the province, and so on till the scope of our love encompasses the whole world.
Yaad karne ke liye koi cheez chaiye,
Aap nahi to aapki tasvir chaiye.
Par tasvir aapki hamara dil behla na sakegi,
Kyonki yeh aapki tarah muskura na sakegi
Pyar kiya to unki mohabat nazar ayi,
dard hua hume to palke unki bhar ayi.
Do dilo ki dhadkan me ek bat nazar ayi,
dil to unka dhadka par awaz is dil se ayi.
Sometimes your nearness takes my breath away
And
All the things I want to say can find no voice.
Then,
In silence,
I can only hope my eyes will speak my heart . . .
The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves,
and not to twist them to fit our own image.
Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.
