Capitolo 50
Not also the wise man in heart, the mystery
Of thy unfathomable Unity;
You art One, the very great one.
But men can perceive that the power of God does him/it great to the pardon. If
he doesn't now see him/it, he wants in expectancy.
You light of art: pure souls are able thee they see,
Safe when fogs of bad intervenes.
You light of art that, in this hidden world,
In the world to come will be revealed;
In the mountain of God you/he/she will be seen.
And so the poet in one of the final hymns of the "Real Crown", full
with a sense of his/her his/her own unworthiness, with good hope he surrenders to God:
My God, I know that those that beg
To thee for the grace and need of mercy
All of their good jobs should go before,
And it waits for them to the tall door of sky.
But any good actions have me to bring,
Any rectitude to offer.
Any service for my God and my King.
He/she anchors doesn't hide you thy they face from me,
Neither it expelled me away from thee;
But when you the bidd'st my life to stop,
May'st of Or you conduct ahead me in peace
To the world to come, to indulge
Among thy a pis that say
Thy boasts him of inexhaustible.
There you leave that my portion both with those
Who to the eternal life it rose;
You correctly purify there my heart,
In thy to see the light turns on.
Raise me from deeper depth to divide
The joys without end of sky of encomium and prayer,
What I can always declare:
Although you wasts irritated, God, I will give thanks to thee,
For past anger of thy now it is, and you dosts comfort me.
Ibn Gebirol was standing an a little out and a good quantity above of the circle of
the Jewish poets that did this it was so bright. Now many of their are
forgotten; they had their day of the popularity in Toledo, Cordova, Seville,
and Granada, but their poems have not survived.
In the very per annum of the death of Ibn Gebirol Moses Ibn Ezra was born. Of his
life few is sure, but he/she is known that still he was alive in