ع َيناهُ كَيَمامَتَينِ عِندَ جَداوِلِ المِياهِ، تَستَحِمّانِ فِي الحَلِيبِ، كَجَوهَرَتَينِ فِي مَكانِهِما.
His eyes are as doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, as doves that are next to abundance.