A friend is a person with whom I may be sincere. Before him I may think aloud. I am arrived at last in the presence of a man so real and equal, that I may drop even those undermost garments of dissimulation, courtesy, and second thought, which men never put off, and may deal with him with the simplicity and wholeness with which one chemical atom meets another.
Na intzaar hai na ikraar hai, na aapse milne ko ab mera dil be-kraar hai,
phir bhi dil se na jaane kyon yeh aawaz aati hai, wo tumhi ho jinki aankon aur
baaton mei ek sachchi dosti ka khumar hai.
Jo chiz mang kar mile wo mannat hai,
Chaha kar mile wo chahat hai,
Pass ho to amanat hai,
Dil se mile wo rahemat hai,
Par tumare jaisa dost mile wo kismat hai.
