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