by Samuel ibn Naghrillah993-1056
I look up to the sky and the stars, And down to the earth and the things that creep there. And I consider in my heart how their creation Was planned with wisdom in every detail. See the heavens above like a tent, Constructed with loops and with hooks, And the moon with its stars, like a shepherdess Sending her sheep into the reeds; The moon itself among the clouds, Like a ship sailing under its banners; The clouds like a girl in her garden Moving, and watering the myrtle-trees; The dew-mist -- a woman shaking Drops from her hair to the ground. The inhabitants turn, like animals, to rest, (their palaces are their stables); And all fleeing from the fear of death, Like a dove pursued by the falcon. And these are compared at the end to a plate Which is smashed into innumerable shards.