tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2064729025510181487.post98094597539914399..comments2023-09-26T16:01:59.345+02:00Comments on A life in juxtaposition: The words of a mysticEugenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17722877695054410613noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2064729025510181487.post-68021011858762289632008-11-28T05:19:00.000+02:002008-11-28T05:19:00.000+02:00More beautiful than I can find words to describe. ...More beautiful than I can find words to describe. I get this on so many levels. Thanks for posting this. Glimpses of your heart. The very beginning of something much bigger than yourself...RandomSuehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00266089487669591255noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2064729025510181487.post-87640149300217596592008-04-05T22:34:00.000+02:002008-04-05T22:34:00.000+02:00While I cannot comment on the accuracy of the tran...While I cannot comment on the accuracy of the translation I have decided to include the more lyrical translation by Loreena McKennitt here as well:<BR/>Upon a darkened night<BR/>the flame of love was burning in my breast<BR/>And by a lantern bright<BR/>I fled my house while all in quiet rest<BR/><BR/>Shrouded by the night<BR/>and by the secret stair I quickly fled<BR/>The veil concealed my eyes<BR/>while all within lay quiet as the dead<BR/><BR/>Chorus<BR/>Oh night thou was my guide<BR/>oh night more loving than the rising sun<BR/>Oh night that joined the lover<BR/>to the beloved one<BR/>transforming each of them into the other<BR/><BR/>Upon that misty night<BR/>in secrecy, beyond such mortal sight<BR/>Without a guide or light<BR/>than that which burned so deeply in my heart<BR/><BR/>That fire t'was led me on<BR/>and shone more bright than of the midday sun<BR/>To where he waited still<BR/>it was a place where no one else could come<BR/><BR/>Chorus<BR/><BR/>Within my pounding heart<BR/>which kept itself entirely for him<BR/>He fell into his sleep<BR/>beneath the cedars all my love I gave<BR/>And by the fortress walls<BR/>the wind would brush his hair against his brow<BR/>And with its smoothest hand<BR/>caressed my every sense it would allow<BR/><BR/>Chorus<BR/><BR/>I lost myself to him<BR/>and laid my face upon my lovers breast<BR/>And care and grief grew dim<BR/>as in the mornings mist became the light<BR/>There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair<BR/>There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair<BR/>There they dimmed amongst the lilies fairEugenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17722877695054410613noreply@blogger.com