The Sun Poem by Shlomo ibn Gabirol
The Sun
Like a bridegroom the sun
Dons his robe that is spun
Of light,
Which from Thee emanated
Yet in no wise abated
Thy light.
Taught to go westward round
With obeisance profound
To his Lord,
He by service so loyal
To a master so royal
Is a lord.
While his homage each day
Serves to mark and display
Thy glory,
'Tis Thy hand that investeth
The robe on which resteth
His glory.
Translated by Israel Zangwill
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