ع َيناهُ كَيَمامَتَينِ عِندَ جَداوِلِ المِياهِ، تَستَحِمّانِ فِي الحَلِيبِ، كَجَوهَرَتَينِ فِي مَكانِهِما.
His eyes as doves by streams of water, Washing in milk, sitting in fulness.