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When he saw that I had descended from my horse and was intending to kill him, he showed his teeth, but without smiling./ My meeting with him was when the day spread out, and he was as if his fingers and his head were dyed with indigo./ I pierced him with my spear, and then I set upon him with my Indian sword pure of steel, and keen
The Poem of Antar, from The Mu'allaqat

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