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.
Jawani ko zindagi ka nikhaar kahte hai
Patjhad ko chaman ka nikhar kahte hai
Ajeeb chalan hai is duniya ka Yaaro
Ek dhokha hai jise hum sab Pyar kahte
Hai !
Lab khamosh hain aankhon se baat hoti hai Aise hi mohabbat ki
shuruwat hoti hai ,,,...Tere hi khayalon me khoye rehte hai hum
Pata nahi kab din kab raat hoti hai....