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.
Tum jab say mile ho yeh duniya janat hay Tumhain yon chahtay rehna hi bus meri ibadat hay Na janay q nahi laga mujay dar is zamanay say Suna hai pyar karnay walo ki aesi hi fitrat hay Meray mehboob agar koi laga day mujh ko sooli bhi Meri mayyat bhi bolay gi mujhay tum say mohabbat hay
