"...His flanks are the flanks of a fawn, his legs like an ostrich's...
...His back, as he stands beside the tent, seems the pounding-slab of a bride's perfumes or the smooth stone a colocynth's broken on...”
from the Mu’allaqat of
Imru Al Qays
"...His flanks are the flanks of a fawn, his legs like an ostrich's...
...His back, as he stands beside the tent, seems the pounding-slab of a bride's perfumes or the smooth stone a colocynth's broken on...”
from the Mu’allaqat of
Imru Al Qays