New earth, new sky, a new world; I've heard that love is in season these days.

In this profound couplet, Firaq Gorakhpuri captures a sense of melancholy skepticism regarding the state of modern love. The Shayar suggests that the world feels new—a new land, a new sky, a new world—yet, the whispers tell us that love itself has fallen into a state of separation (firāq). It’s a beautiful reflection on how external changes often mask an internal, emotional distance.