Half a day, half the night,
Half the truth, half the light.
Half a life, this woven thread,
Only God, completeness bred.
So I am incomplete, you see,
Incomplete, the soul of me.
Your absence, then your sweet embrace,
As heaven finds its earthly space.
Drive me mad, inflict this pain,
Let Laila's love be deemed in vain.
Create a love story, burning bright,
Bathed in eternal, star-filled light.
Secrets of the heart, laid bare,
Pride in me, beyond compare.
How long will you my love deny?
I'll not retreat, though you pass by.
My eyes, whether open or closed,
On you alone, my heart reposed.
Your presence, to my parched soul's need,
Like moisture to a thirsty seed.
Drive me mad, inflict this pain,
Let Laila's love be deemed in vain.
Create a love story, passion's art,
A blazing fire within the heart.
In such peace, let me be consumed,
On burning embers, I am doomed,
Yet in this fire, ecstasy's hold,
Like divinity, stories unfold.
I will die content, this final plea,
Let Laila's love bow down to me.
Let Laila's love be deemed in vain.
Let Laila's love be deemed in vain.
Let Laila's love be deemed in vain.
Let Laila's love be deemed in vain.
Let Laila's love be deemed in vain.
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