ye lamhey yun he guzar jaeen gey,
shayad ham dost yun he bichar jaeen ge,
naraaz na hona hamari shrartoon se,
ye hi tu pal hain jo kal yaad aeen gey...
yun rooth jana acha nahe lagta,
yun tarpna acha nahe lagta,
mairey dil main jo baat ha,
mairi aankhoon sey chura lo,
mujay har baat btana acha nahe lagta...
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.
Among the most disheartening and dangerous of . . . advisors, you will often find those closest to you, your dearest friends, members of your own family, perhaps, loving, anxious, and knowing nothing whatever . . .
