I had to often console newly-married breed of masculine man by a humble dose of a couplet, which goes like this,
Jaan-e-mehfil tha khuda Bakhshay Zameer
Ab tu eik Mud'at say shuhar ho gaya
(God forbid Zammer [the poet], the soul of parties.
From then to now, an age has passed since being a husband)
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Attention: I seek good English translation to publish in place of mine.
