خ َدّاهُ كَحَوضَي أطيابٍ تُطلِعُ أعشاباً طَيِّبَةً. وَشَفَتاهُ كَزَنبَقَتَينِ تَقطُرانِ مُرّاً سائِلاً.
His cheeks are as a bed of spices, raised beds of sweet plants; His lips lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.