(Translation not verbatim at all places)
In the quest for perfection one loses out a lot.
Even the crescent moon is as beautiful, one forgets (to appreciate)!
**
Heard it’s raining heavily in your city.
(Take care,) Don’t get too wet.
If washed away clean are all of the misunderstandings,
you’ll find me flooding your thoughts and memories.
**
How could the thorns
be blamed, Sir?
(On them) It was I placing my feet.
They were where they were.
**
End
Source: Jakir Chhipa Al-safa Tour, vide Madhav Rao Pachpute, Rajjo Rani and Sushma Pandey in Gulzar Shayri
Sanmargam 
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