Shy Mafeena

"The grey mare the renowned, in the world there is none like her...
Spare is her head and lean, her ears pricked close together;
Her forelock is a net, her forehead a lamp lighted illuminating the tribe; her neck curved like a palm branch
Her wither clean and sharp...
Her forelegs are twin lances,
Her hooves fly forward faster ever than flies the whirlwind,
Her tail-bone held aloft, yet the hairs sweep the gravel"

- from Abu-Zeyd's romance "The Stealing of the Mare"