In the sweat of thy face thou shalt eat bread,
Till thou return unto the ground; for thou
Out of the ground wast taken; know thy birth,
For dust thou art, and shalt to dust return.
Mat Karo Wo Waada Jise Tum Nibha Na Sako..
Mat Chaaho Use Jise Tum Paa Na Sako..
Kaun Kehta Hai Pyar Poora Hota Hai..
Pyar Ka To Pehla Akshr Hi Adhoora Hota Hai..!
Mere khwabon me wo teer chalakar chali gayi,
main soya tha wo jagakar chali gayi,
Maine pucha CHAAND nikalta hai kaise,
to chehre se zulfen hata kar chali gayi.
Chadenge jab pyare rang, Ek meri dosti ka rang bhi chadhana. Lagne lagenge tumhe suhane sare rang, Aur meri dosti ka rang chamkega, Hur dum tumhare sang. Bolo sarararara…. Wish you a very mastiful and Colourful Happy Holi!
Raat ki tanhai me akele the hum,
Dard ki mehfilo me ro rahe the hum,
Aap hamare bhale hi kuch nahi lagte,
Par fir bhi aapke bina bilkul adhoore
hai hum…
Ek Toote Dil K Piche Ek Bewafa Chehra Hota Hai
Koi Bhar Na Sake Wo Zakhm Itna Gehra Hota Hai
Ro Ro Kar Sath Chod Deti Hain Saansain Par
Aakhri Saans Tak Intzaar Us Bewafa Ka Hota Hai
So (if) some cracker come and tell you 'Well, my mother and father blood go back to the Mayflower,' you better hold your pocket. That ain't nothing to be proud of. That means their forefathers was crooks.