A roosaddaydiiyey, bushimahaaga malab baa ka soo tiftifqaya, Oo carrabkaaga hoostiisana malab iyo caanaa ku jira. Oo dharkaaga caraftiisuna waa sida carafta Buur Lubnaan.
Thy lips, O my bride, drop as the honeycomb: Honey and milk are under thy tongue; And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
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