Your lip is an eternal goblet of wine, and compared to the fine script-like down of your face, even the ruby is merely an apprentice.

This couplet is a delightful tribute to the beloved’s beauty, blending vivid imagery of ruby-red wine with the fine art of calligraphy. The poet plays cleverly on the word 'Yaqut'—referring both to the radiant red gem and the legendary master calligrapher—suggesting that even such perfection is merely a humble apprentice to the delicate line and color of the beloved's lips. Those lips are described as an eternal goblet of wine, constantly brimming with an intoxicating grace that leaves the lover mesmerized.