Shahram shokoohi asiri central hospital

The love story I’ll tell is of Layla's mad love

With another narration, Layla is in place of Majnun

Majnun has come to his senses and has become the man of this house

His bigotry and stubbornness have made Layla crazy

But Layla without her Majnun will suffer and die

With a small frown of his, her heart mourns

He says she should put up with it, this is like an order

This is the only way left for her, she’s forced because she’s in love

Forced, your love is forced, feelings are always blind

Wherever there is selfishness, equity is far from there

The end of our Layla; like the flowers of the greenhouse

In the cold glass frame, withered and heartbroken

Their love story; like winter snow

It’s nice when it comes yet easy to melt

Your frown is empty of love, without light and void

Killing love is your nature, your look is cold and arrogant

See the love in her gaze, it’s far from your hatred

Do something for her too, why