Love's Empire

I found this awesome quatrain by Samuel Coleridge (the opening Lines of his nazm "Love"

All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
Whatever stirs this mortal frame,
All are but ministers of Love,
And feed his sacred flame.

This was such good stuff that I decided to translate it into Hindi as best as I could, and went on to write a few more rubaaiis on simlilar topics. I did make an attempt to transate the whole thing, but my God, its impossible to rhyme "Genevive" in Hindi. And it started sounding atrocious in parts. On the advise of my sister, I gave up that venture. But this one below came out rather well I think.

To Begin with here is my translation of Ustad Coleridge.

Huqumat-e-Ishq
Har lutf har khayaal har junoon
Har cheez jo dil ko lubhati hai
Sab ishq ki shamma ka idhan hai
Aur ishq ka huqum bajati hai.