ع َيناهُ كَيَمامَتَينِ عِندَ جَداوِلِ المِياهِ، تَستَحِمّانِ فِي الحَلِيبِ، كَجَوهَرَتَينِ فِي مَكانِهِما.
His eyes are like doves beside rivers of water, washed in milk, and resting in their places.