il k lut jane ka izhar zrori to nai ye tamasha sar-e-bazar zrori to nai muja tha ishq teri roh se or ab b ha jism se koi srokar zrori to nai me toje tot k chahon tu meri fitrat ha to b ho meri talabgar zrori to nai ay sitam kash zara jhank meri ankhon mein zuban se pyar ka izhar zrori to nai
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.
