There were hundreds and thousands of faces everywhere, but none that bore even the remotest resemblance to Shri Nathji.“Teri soorat se miltee naheen kissee ki soorat“There is no Face that resembles ThineAnd truly had Pitaji written about Himself:“Haseen yaktaa zamaane men kahaan phir doosraa hogaa“There can be no one in the world with a beauty as unique as ThinePriya Nath could not forget Pitaji’s “Booe gul phailee chaman men gul ke chhup jaane ke baad“The fragrance of the flower spread in the garden after the flower had gone,But the saddest ghazal that Pitaji had written in the past years was:Vo jo Bechte thhe Davaaye Dil“Vo jo bechte thhe davaaye dil vo dukaan apni hataa gayeThey who sold a medicine of the heart closed their shop and went awayJab parri mushkil jahaan par vo nazar men aa gayeWhenever the world was faced with trouble, He came into sight,Thhee tammanaa dil mere ki ussko main dekhaa karoonIt was a yearning of my heart to see Him, face to face,Aaj parvaane ko dekhaa jal rahaa thhaa aag menWe looked at the moth today and saw it burning in the flame,Katraye naacheez ko dekhaa chaman men ashkbaarA worthless drop of water lay crying in the garden,Vo mere ab saamne thhe, kyaa kahoon dil ki bahaar,He was before me, how can I relate the joy of my heart‘Nath’ teri zindagaani hai jahaan ke vaaste‘Nath’ thy life is meant for the world