Punjabi version 3467
A lover’s faults are never seen,
Each fault hides love sweet and clean.
His every mistake, big or small,
Looks like a filled cup to one and all.
They never think what comes tomorrow,
They only live today without sorrow.
They dance beside the candle’s light,
Not knowing the insect burns in the night.
Evening fades like youthful cheer,
Yet cups of wine alone appear.
They drink away without a care,
Even danger looks simple there.
When they return and search for home,
Each house looks as if it were their own.
Their life may never become true,
For dreams alone fill all their view.
10.04pm 8 May 2026
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