Capitolo 49
but they manufactures the mark of a character that God-fears the beauty. There is a
also, the a-biblical lightness of touch in their songs of the life in the city,
their epigrams, their verses of society. And in those of their verses that
the most greater part resembles to the Bible the impassioned odes to Zion of Jehuda Halevi,,
the sublime meditations of Ibn Gebirol, the penitential prayers of Moses
Ibn Ezra, although the echoes of the Bible enough they are separate, still among
the echoes sometimes seem there the fresh ones clear voice of the,
medieval poet.
Solomon Ibn Gebirol was born in Malaga in 1021, and it died in 1070. His
early life was unhappy, and its poetry is dyed with melancholy. But
its unhappiness only gave him a strong hope in God. As he writes in his
greater poem, he would fly from God to God:
From thee to thee me flight to win
A place of shelter, and among
Thy shades from thy you irritate hideaway,
Until anger of thy is turned apart.
To the mercy of thy I will grab on me,
Up to that you hearken being sorry for;
Neither I will end my taking of thee,
Until thy that blesses light on me.
These lines happen in her/it "Real Crown" of Gebirol (_Kether Malchuth_) a
glorious series of poems on God and the world. In this, poet's downpours
before his/her heart also more unreservedlies that in his philosophical
essay, "You Fountain of the Life" or in his/her ethical job, "The
Ennoblement of Character", or in his/her compilation from the wisdom of the
past, "You Choice of Pearls" (if, indeed, this last book is his). The
"It crowns Real" it is a diadem of encomiums of the greatness of God, it praises to
absolute which do man with all of his/her great smallness.
Marvelous it is thy it works, God of Or of innkeepers,
And their greatness contains my soul in enslaved.
Thine that the glory is, the divine power,
Thine the majesty, the thine of the kingdom,
You supreme, it exalted on everybody.
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You art One, the first great cause of everybody;
You art One, and nobody can penetrate,