A nd the roof of thy mouth like the best wine, … That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, And stealeth over the lips of them that are asleep.
وَفَمُكِ كَأفضَلِ نَبيذٍ. نَعَمْ تَنسابُ بِرِفقٍ مِنْ أجلِ حَبِيبِي، وَتَنتَشِرُ عَلَى شَفَتَيَّ وَأسنانِي. هِيَ تَقُولُ:
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