و َفَمُكِ كَأفضَلِ نَبيذٍ. نَعَمْ تَنسابُ بِرِفقٍ مِنْ أجلِ حَبِيبِي، وَتَنتَشِرُ عَلَى شَفَتَيَّ وَأسنانِي. هِيَ تَقُولُ:
Your mouth like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.
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