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Kam sini ka khayal rakho
itnay waday achay nahi
go jag ratay haseen hain per

kachay khawab sachay nahi

Mann ko phir halka kro…
Halkay mann sey socho gay…
danista kuch mil jae ga…
waqt ka silsila ruk jae ga…

Kam sini ki baton pe…
itrana tu hota hai…

tu Kam sini ka khayal rakho

ko e yar janay ki zarorat nahi parti
fasla kam ho, zarorat nahi parti

farq parta nahi kisi ko kuch kehnay sey
mohabat khud sey he ho, zarorat nahi parti

baat sach ho tu kia kray koe moeen
yaqeen dilanay ki zarorat nahi parti

durr hon tu dekho tu aisa he hai
qareeb ho koe tu zarorat nahi parti.

Each lover has some theory of his own
About the difference between the ache
Of being with his love, and being alone:

Why what, when dreaming, is dear flesh and bone
That really stirs the senses, when awake,
Appears a simulacrum of his own.

Narcissus disbelieves in the unknown;
He cannot join his image in the lake
So long as he assumes he is alone.

The child, the waterfall, the fire, the stone,
Are always up to mischief, though, and take
The universe for granted as their own.

The elderly, like Proust, are always prone
To think of love as a subjective fake;
The more they love, the more they feel alone.

Whatever view we hold, it must be shown
Why every lover has a wish to make
Some kind of otherness his own:
Perhaps, in fact, we never are alone.