كأنها والخزر من أحداقِها
والخطط السود على أشداقِها
As if her eyes were the azure lakes,
And the dark lines on her cheeks,
تركٌ جرى الإثمدُ من آماقها
Were trails left by sins flowing from her depths.
كأنها والخزر من أحداقِها
والخطط السود على أشداقِها
As if her eyes were the azure lakes,
And the dark lines on her cheeks,
تركٌ جرى الإثمدُ من آماقها
Were trails left by sins flowing from her depths.