م ا أجمَلَكِ يا حَبِيبَتِي! ما أجمَلَكِ! عَيناكِ كَيَمامَتَينِ خَلفَ نِقابِكِ. شَعْرُكِ كَقَطِيعِ ماعِزٍ يَنحَدِرُ مِنْ عَلَى جَبَلِ جِلْعادَ.
“ How beautiful you are, my darling, How beautiful you are! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil; Your hair is like a flock of goats That have descended from Mount Gilead.
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