Majnun is drunk from love, and Layla is drunk from coyness.
The mountain existed and this madman also existed.
The eyes of beauties were drunken and murderous.
Her tongue was like sugar, and her lips the confectioner.
The suffering boy and the loving girl existed,
the tyrant father and miser mother were also there.
That teasing that breaches faith,
the arrow of coy that pierces the soul,
It was not that Mazun was targeted
Last night,
the arrow was there and the target was there.
