Oh, in what circle, where do you wander, Majnun?
Oh, in what circle, where do you wander, Majnun?
Your Layla, they say, is marred.
Someone said to Majnun, "Your Layla is dark to see."
Majnun replied, "Yours are eyes that cannot truly see."
The Vedas, they are white, the Quran, they are white.
The Vedas, they are white, the Quran, they are white.
Yet, within them, ink, the darkness, it does keep.
For those whose eyes are bound,
What is fair, and what is dark?
Neither fire in the hearth, nor water in the pot.
Neither fire in the hearth, nor water in the pot.
Neither fire in the hearth, nor water in the pot.
The echo of abandonment, a cruel, harsh sound.
Neither fire in the hearth, nor water in the pot.
Neither fire in the hearth, nor water in the pot.
The echo of abandonment, a cruel, harsh sound.
Oh, God, Oh God,
Make a queen for us too.
Make a queen for us too.
The echo of abandonment, a cruel, harsh sound.
Weary with the work of the house, exhausted.
Blowing, and blowing into the hearth, so tired.
Weary with the work of the house, exhausted.
Blowing, and blowing into the hearth, so tired.
The bread, half-baked, falls to waste.
The bread, half-baked, falls to waste.
The echo of abandonment, a cruel, harsh sound.
Oh, God, Oh God,
Make a queen for us too.
Make a queen for us too.
The echo of abandonment, a cruel, harsh sound.
The echo of abandonment, a cruel, harsh sound.
Tell the tale, what is in the hearts of the parted?
We, the lost, are not even granted a village to call home.
Tell the tale, what is in the hearts of the parted?
We, the lost, are not even granted a village to call home.
Our fate, to be a queen of the heart’s affliction.
Our fate, to be a queen of the heart’s affliction.
The echo of abandonment, a cruel, harsh sound.
The echo of abandonment, a cruel, harsh sound.
Oh, God, Oh God,
Make a queen for us too.
Make a queen for us too.
The echo of abandonment, a cruel, harsh sound.
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