To love Leyla is your aim,
You do not have any shame,
Know that, idiot is your name,
For you, this love will be bad,
My heart, you are very mad.
She does not look your eyes,
“I do not love you” She says,
Now is the end of ways,
You said me, I was very sad,
Off, my heart you are mad.
Why do not you shy anyone?
She thinks you are lascivious man,
Do not stop, you must be run,
Otherwise, you will be killed by her dad,
Off, my heart, you are very mad.
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