خ َدّاهُ كَحَوضَي أطيابٍ تُطلِعُ أعشاباً طَيِّبَةً. وَشَفَتاهُ كَزَنبَقَتَينِ تَقطُرانِ مُرّاً سائِلاً.
His cheeks are like a bed of spices or balsam, like banks of sweet herbs yielding fragrance. His lips are like bloodred anemones or lilies distilling liquid myrrh.
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