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Her throat recalled the antelope's, and her breasts, like two

pomegranates of even size, stood at bay as it were,[FN#146] her

body rose and fell in waves below her dress like the rolls of a

piece of brocade, and her navel[FN#147] would hold an ounce of

benzoin ointment. In fine she was like her of whom the poet

said:-

On Sun and Moon of palace cast thy sight * Enjoy her flower like

face, her fragrant light: Thine eyes shall never see in hair so

black * Beauty encase a brow so purely white: The ruddy rosy

cheek proclaims her claim * Though fail her name whose beauties

we indite: As sways her gait I smile at hips so big * And weep to

see the waist they bear so slight.