Jaane Woh Kaise Log The

"I wonder what lofty men they were
Whose love did love beget.
Whenever I yearn for roses red,
A garland of thorns I get.

Every mate did part, alas,
After moments few together.
Who would humour one insane,
to hand-in-hand go whither.
My shadow even at times, behind,
does sulkily seem to slither.

If life this be, so be it thus;
Sigh nor lament, I'll drink every tear.
For sorrow has struck a hundred times,
And no more, do I feel fear."-roughly translated from Sahir Ludhianvi