T hy waist a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,
سُرَّتُكِ كَطاسٍ مُدَوَّرَةٍ لا تَنقُصُها خَمرٌ مَمزُوجَةٌ. بَطنُكِ كَكَومَةٍ مِنَ القَمحٍ، مُحاطٌ بِالزُّهُورِ.
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