خ َدّاهُ كَحَوضَي أطيابٍ تُطلِعُ أعشاباً طَيِّبَةً. وَشَفَتاهُ كَزَنبَقَتَينِ تَقطُرانِ مُرّاً سائِلاً.
His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.