Hey nawab sahib,
jalan se sawdhaan rehna;
ye hari ankhoN wala ek rakshas hai
vo jo maans khata hai uska mazaak karta hai;
jo apni kismat jantay huey
dukh denay walay ko nahin chahta hai;
lakin, dekho lo, kitna vo jalata hai
us pe vo marta hai
shuk kartay hue
us k pyaar main dooba rehta hai!
_
Othello, Act III, Scene III [O, beware, my lord, of jealousy]
William Shakespeare,1564 - 1616
Iago speaks to Othello
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;
It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
The meat it feeds on; that cuckold lives in bliss
Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger;
But, O, what damned minutes tells he o'er
Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves!
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