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.
Main apni raaton ki fursaton main tuje manaon to maan jana Agar kisidin main apne ansu jo le k aaun to maan jana Ye 1 dil hi tumhe diya tha so iss liye Jo sooli pe muskuraon to maan jana Tu bad-guman hai meri wafa pe to sirf 1 bar azma le Jo haar jaoon to lot jana jo jeet jaoon To maan jana
