O, grief hath changed me since you saw me last, And careful hours with Time's deformed hand Have written strange defeatures in my face. But tell me yet, dost thou not know my voice?
Suna hai waqt ke saath halat badal jate hain
Insan badal jate hain, jazbat badal jate hain
Par tum na badloge, ye aitbar karta hoon
Main tumse pyaar karta hoon
Main tumse pyaar karta hoon...
Is Saal Mein Koi To Pal Aisa Ho
Jo Sirf Tera Mera Ho
Jis Mein Koi Teesra Na Ho
Hum Dair Tak Ek Dusre Se Batein Karein
Aur Un Batoo Ko Sunne Walla Koi Na Ho
Bas Mein Aur Tum
Yunhi Bethe Bethe Kisi Choti Si Baat Pe Hans
Parein
Aur Haste Haste Ankhon Se Aansu Nikal Parein
In Aansu Ko Saaf Karne Wala Koi Na Ho
Bas Mein Aur Tum
Kash Is Saal Mein Koi To Pal Aisa Ho
Jo Sirf Tera Mera Ho.
But would you sing, and rival Orpheus' strain. The wond'ring forests soon should dance again; The moving mountains hear the powerful call. And headlong streams hand listening in their fall!
America has invested her religion as well as her morality in sound income-paying securities. She has adopted the unassailable position of a nation blessed because it deserves to be blessed; and her sons, whatever other theologies they may affect or disregard, subscribe unreservedly to this national creed.
Yadon ne pas aakar kuch yu gunguna diya,
Jese kisi ne bhula hua fasana suna diya,
Jane kya bat thi us gujare hue kal me,
Ki dil roya or chehra muskura diya