I spent the night

In this excerpt from a longer poem, a panegyric, Ibn Gabirol relates his thoughts during a sleepless night. As he lies awake, looking at the night sky, there comes to him a series of disparate images drawn from human and animal life, as though the poet were plagued by his own descriptive virtuosity.

I spent the night in agitation. It seemed as if
  my eyes had been enjoined from sleeping.
The sky was like a tent with ropes
  that kept the night attached to it.
The moon alongside heaven’s Bear
  was like a beaming bride among her maidens,
or like a doe surrounded by a herd of bucks,
  all threatened by the night, a lion.
The Pleiades, a little knot of stars,
  were like the lights upon a candle stand.
Night’s head, with its white hair, was stooped
  as if it were a ninety-year-old man.
Suddenly, the heaven’s stars appeared to me
  like runners eager to deliver tidings.
Translated by Raymond P. Scheindlin.
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In this excerpt from a longer poem, a panegyric, Ibn Gabirol relates his thoughts during a sleepless night. As he lies awake, looking at the night sky, there comes to him a series of disparate images drawn from human and animal life, as though the poet were plagued by his own descriptive virtuosity.

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