Without you, days give me sorrow,
Mornings will come, evenings will go,
The Moon goes, The Sun comes also,
However, my beloved has not came yet.
She will not come, I am gripped with fear,
But I have waited impatiently my dear,
Once again we said “Happy new year”,
However my beloved has not came yet.
I changed Majnun who lives arid plain,
Desert is happy but I have heart pain,
Each year they meet darling of rain,
However, my Leyla has not come yet.
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