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.
Chandni se chamakti is raat mein,
ek khushboo si hai har baat mein,
hai sitaare mere kadmo ke tale,
Ek ehsaas hai aaj unki har aahat mein,
paas aake bhi kyu hein duriya,
koi pyasa hein kyu barsat mein.
The quickest way to receive love is to give;
the fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly;
and the best way to keep love is to give it wings....
