س ُرَّتُكِ كَطاسٍ مُدَوَّرَةٍ لا تَنقُصُها خَمرٌ مَمزُوجَةٌ. بَطنُكِ كَكَومَةٍ مِنَ القَمحٍ، مُحاطٌ بِالزُّهُورِ.
“Your navel is like a round goblet Which never lacks mixed wine; Your belly is like a heap of wheat Fenced about with lilies.
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