THE LIGHTNING
And the lightning laughs at the clouds,
like a warrior who runs without growing weary or faint.
Or like a night watchman who dozes off,
then opens one eye for an instant, and shuts it.
THE SUN
Look: the sun has spread its wings
over the earth to dispel the darkness.
Like a great tree, with its roots in heaven,
and its branches reaching down to the earth.
THE LUTE
Look: the lute sounds in the girl's arms,
delighting the heart with its beautiful voice.
Like a baby crying in his mother's arms,
while she sings and laughs as he cries.
—Judah Al-Harizi, 1170-1235
(Translated from the Hebrew by T. Carmi)
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—Medusa
