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She turns away, and shows her smooth cheek, forbidding with a glancing eye, Like that of a wild animal, with young, in the desert of Wajrah./ And she shows a neck like the neck of a white deer;/ It is neither disproportionate when she raises it, nor unornamented./ And a perfect head of hair which, when loosened, adorns her back/ Black, very dark-colored, thick like a date-cluster on a heavily-laden date-tree./ Her curls creep upward to the top of her head;/ And the plaits are lost in the twisted hair, and the hair falling loose
The Poem of Imru al Quais, from The Mu'allaqat

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