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.
Us Ne Door Rehnay Ka Mashwara B Likha Ha,
Saat He Mohabbat Ka Wasta B Likha Ha.
Us Ne Yeh B Likha Ha Meray Ghar Nehn AAna,
Or saaf Lafzon Me Rasta B Likha Ha
Love alone is capable of uniting living beings in such a way as to complete and fulfill them, for it alone takes them and joins them by what is deepest in themselves.
Be Khaber Apne Dil Se Tu Bhi Nahi Main Bhi Nahi,
Ye Or Baat Hai Manta Dil Ki Tu Bhi Nahi Main Bhi Nahi,
Ab Dekhiye Kya Hota Hai Anjaam Dono Ka Dono Hain Sheesha Mizaaj,
Toot Ker Jurne Wala Tu Bhi Nahi Main Bhi Nahi. LOVE U JANU !!!
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....
