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I drew the two side-locks of her head toward me; and she leant toward me;/ She was slender of waist, and full in the ankle./ Thin-waisted, white-skinned, slender of body,/ Her breast shining polished like a mirror./ In complexion she is like the first egg of the ostrich—white, mixed with yellow./ Pure water, unsullied by the descent of many people in it, has nourished her
The Poem of Imru al Quais, from The Mu'allaqat

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