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
meri ankhon me sawan ki jhari rehti hai jese koi kashti darya me khari rehti hai dekh teri yad me kitna madhosh hon main duniya ko meri or mujhy teri pari rehti hai