"Hasti aankhen, hasta chehra,
Ek majboor bahana hai,
Chand mein such much noor kahan hai,
Chand to ek viraana hai,
Mujhko tanha chhodne wale,
Tu na tanha reh jaye,
Jis per tujh ko naaz hai itna,
Uska naam zamana hai."
An elderly man took his little grandson for a walk around the local cemetery.
Pausing before one gravestone, he said, "There lies a very honest man. He died owing me 50 dollars, but he struggled to the end to pay off his debts and if anyone has gone to Heaven, he has."
They walked on a bit farther and then came to another grave.
The old man pointed to the gravestone and said, "Now, there's a different type of man altogether. He owed me 60 dollars and he died without ever trying to pay me back. If anyone has gone to Hell, he has."
The little boy thought for awhile and then said, "You know, Grandpa, you are very lucky."
"Why"? asked the old man in surprise.
"Well, whichever place you go to, you'll have some money to draw on!"
