Η ΣΚΟΤΕΙΝΗ ΝΥΧΤΑ ΤΗΣ ΨΥΧΗΣ - THE DARK NIGHT OF THE SOUL

The Dark Night of the Soul - Loreena McKennitt

Upon a darkened night
the flame of love was burning in my breast.
And by a lantern bright
I fled my house while all in quiet rest.

Shrouded by the night
and by the secret stair I quickly fled.
The veil concealed my eyes
while all within lay quiet as the dead.

Oh night thou was my guide
oh night more loving than the rising sun.
Oh night that joined the lover
to the beloved one
transforming each of them into the other.

Upon that misty night
in secrecy, beyond such mortal sight.
Without a guide or light
than that which burned so deeply in my heart.

That fire t'was led me on
and shone more bright than of the midday sun.
To where he waited still
it was a place where no one else could come.

Oh night thou was my guide
oh night more loving than the rising sun.
Oh night that joined the lover
to the beloved one
transforming each of them into the other.

Within my pounding heart
which kept itself entirely for him.
He fell into his sleep
beneath the cedars all my love I gave.
And by the fortress walls
the wind would brush his hair against his brow.
And with its smoothest hand
caressed my every sense it would allow.

Oh night thou was my guide
oh night more loving than the rising sun.
Oh night that joined the lover
to the beloved one
transforming each of them into the other.

I lost myself to him
and laid my face upon my lovers breast.
And care and grief grew dim
as in the mornings mist became the light.
There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair.
There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair.
There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair.