Mecnun [English translation]

The fall is pouring its leaves now

What does it change even if it keeps it as a secret

In the end everything becomes sadness

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I called it divine love, loved her like Mecnun

A city thousands of poems burned down you didn't see

You become a saint but you can't reach

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Holding on to an hope and sometimes calling it destiny

How many times have been wrong and cried and fell into trouble

People believe in love the most

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It's hard, it doesn't work if you stay or go

I loved you so much it hurts

Hard, between the lies and separation

So, everything is named as forgetting, now Leyla?