Dark Night

 
  • 1. One dark night, fired with love’s urgent longings
  • – ah, the sheer grace! –
  • I went out unseen,
  • my house being now all stilled.
  • 2. In darkness, and secure, by the secret ladder, disguised,
  • – ah, the sheer grace! –
  • in darkness and concealment,
  • my house being now all stilled.
  • 3. On that glad night,
  • in secret, for no one saw me,
  • nor did I look at anything,
  • with no other light or guide
  • than the one that burned in my heart.
  • 4. This guided me more surely
  • than the light of noon
  • to where he was awaiting me
  • – him I knew so well –
  • there in a place where no one appeared.
  • 5. O guiding night!
  • O night more lovely than the dawn!
  • O night that has united the Lover with his beloved,
  • transforming the beloved in her Lover.
  • 6. Upon my flowering breast
  • which I kept wholly for him alone,
  • there he lay sleeping,
  • and I caressing him there in a breeze
  • from the fanning cedars.
  • 7. When the breeze blew from the turret,
  • as I parted his hair,
  • it wounded my neck with its gentle hand,
  • suspending all my senses.
  • 8. I abandoned and forgot myself,
  • laying my face on my Beloved;
  • all things ceased;
  • I went out from myself,
  • leaving my cares forgotten among the lilies.

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The Dark Night of the Soul

Songs of the soul delighted at having reached the high state of perfection, the union with God, by way of spiritual negation.

On a darkened night,
Anxious, by love inflamed,
— O happy chance! —
Unnoticed, I took flight,
My house at last at peace and quiet.

Safe, disguised by the night,
By the secret ladder I took flight,
— O happy chance! —
Cloaked by darkness, I scaled the height,
My house at last at peace and quiet.

On that blessed night,
In secret, and seen by none,
None in sight,
I saw with no other guide or light,
But the one burning in my heart bright.

This guide, this light,
Brighter than the midday sun,
Led me to the waiting One
I knew so well — my delight!
To a place with none in sight.

O night! O guide!
O night more loving than the dawn!
O night that joined
The lover with the Beloved;
Transformed, the lover into the Beloved drawn!

Upon my flowered breast,
For him alone kept fair,
There he slept
There I caressed,
There the cedars gave us air.

I drank the turret’s cool air
Spreading playfully his hair.
And his hand, so serene,
Cut my throat. Drained
Of senses, I dropped unaware.

Lost to myself and yet remaining,
Inclined so only the Beloved I spy.
All has ceased, all rests,
Even my cares, even I;
Lost among the lilies, there I die.

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