khawab aankhoon main pironay ki ejazat dai dai..
aay shab-e-gham mujay sonay ki ejazat dai dai...
ya saleeqay say nibha rasm-e-refaqat muj say..
ya kisi aur ka honay ki ejazat dai dai....
A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music... and then people crowd about the poet and say to him: "Sing for us soon again;" that is as much as to say, "May new sufferings torment your soul." by Soren Kierkegaard
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