{"id":3179,"date":"2021-09-27T14:13:07","date_gmt":"2021-09-27T19:13:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/?p=3179"},"modified":"2021-09-27T14:13:07","modified_gmt":"2021-09-27T19:13:07","slug":"although-it-is-night","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/2021\/09\/27\/although-it-is-night\/","title":{"rendered":"Although it is night&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Lovely poem of San Juan de la Cruz, set to music by Enrique Morente<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"584\" height=\"329\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/4MSSG8h5j5g?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"text-decoration: underline\"><strong>Translation:<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong>Song of the Soul that \/delights in knowing God through Faith<\/strong><\/p>\n<h6><\/h6>\n<h6>How well I know the spring, that flows and runs<\/h6>\n<h6>Although it is in the night<\/h6>\n<h6><\/h6>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h6>That eternal spring is hidden<\/h6>\n<h6>How well I know where it has its refuge<\/h6>\n<h6>Although it is in the night<\/h6>\n<h6><\/h6>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h6>In the darkened night of this life,<\/h6>\n<h6>How well I know, by faith, the cold spring<\/h6>\n<h6>Although it is in the night<\/h6>\n<h6><\/h6>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h6>I do not know its beginning, for it has none<\/h6>\n<h6>But I know that all beginnings come from it<\/h6>\n<h6>Although it is in the night,<\/h6>\n<h6><\/h6>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h6>I know that there cannot be a thing so beautiful,<\/h6>\n<h6>And that the heavens and earth drink from it<\/h6>\n<h6>Although it is in the night<\/h6>\n<h6><\/h6>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h6>I know well that it is not found in the soil<\/h6>\n<h6>And that no one can wade through it<\/h6>\n<h6>Although it is in the night<\/h6>\n<h6><\/h6>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h6>Its clarity is never darkened<\/h6>\n<h6>And all light is coming from it,<\/h6>\n<h6>Although it is in the night<\/h6>\n<h6><\/h6>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h6>And its streams are so abundant,<\/h6>\n<h6>That it waters the heavens, hells, and the people<\/h6>\n<h6>Although it is in the night<\/h6>\n<h6><\/h6>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h6>The current that is born from this spring,<\/h6>\n<h6>I know well that it is so capable and so powerful<\/h6>\n<h6>Although it is in the night<\/h6>\n<h6><\/h6>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h6>The current that proceeds from these two<\/h6>\n<h6>I know that neither of them precede it<\/h6>\n<h6>Although it is in the night<\/h6>\n<h6><\/h6>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h6>Here all the creatures are being called<\/h6>\n<h6>And from this water, they are sated, though in the dark<\/h6>\n<h6>Because it is in the night<\/h6>\n<h6><\/h6>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h6>In this living fountain that I yearn for,<\/h6>\n<h6>In it, I see the bread of life<\/h6>\n<h6>Although it is in the night<\/h6>\n<h6><\/h6>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h6>In this eternal fountain it is hidden<\/h6>\n<h6>In this bread that gives me life<\/h6>\n<h6>Although it is in the night<\/h6>\n<h6><\/h6>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"584\" height=\"329\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/0UjLJve0Ftw?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"text-decoration: underline\"><strong>Original:<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"titulo\"><i><b><span style=\"font-size: small\">Cantar del alma que se huelga de conoscer a Dios por fe.<\/span><\/b><\/i><\/p>\n<p class=\"versos\">\nQue bien s\u00e9 yo la fonte que mana y corre<br \/>\n<i>aunque es de noche<\/i>.\n<\/p>\n<p class=\"versos\">Aquella eterna fonte est\u00e1 ascondida,<br \/>\nque bien s\u00e9 yo do tiene su manida,<br \/>\n<i>aunque es de noche<\/i>.<\/p>\n<p>Su origen no lo s\u00e9, pues no le tiene,<br \/>\nmas s\u00e9 que todo origen della viene,<br \/>\n<i>aunque es de noche<\/i>.<\/p>\n<p class=\"versos\">\nS\u00e9 que no puede ser cosa tan bella,<br \/>\ny que cielos y tierra beban della,<br \/>\n<i>aunque es de noche<\/i>.<\/p>\n<p class=\"versos\">\nBien s\u00e9 que suelo en ella no se halla,<br \/>\ny que ninguno puede vadealla,<br \/>\naunque es de noche.<\/p>\n<p class=\"versos\">\nSu claridad nunca es escurecida,<br \/>\ny s\u00e9 que toda luz della es venida,<br \/>\n<i>aunque es de noche<\/i>.<\/p>\n<p class=\"versos\">\nS\u00e9 ser tan caudalosas sus corrientes,<br \/>\nque infiernos, cielos riegan, y las gentes,<br \/>\n<i>aunque es de noche<\/i>.<\/p>\n<p class=\"versos\">\n<p class=\"versos\">El corriente que nace desta fuente<br \/>\nbien s\u00e9 que es tan capaz y tan potente,<br \/>\n<i>aunque es de noche<\/i>.<\/p>\n<p class=\"versos\">\n<p class=\"versos\">El corriente que de estas dos procede<\/p>\n<p class=\"versos\">s\u00e9 que ninguna de ellas le precede,<\/p>\n<p class=\"versos\"><i>aunque es de noche<\/i>.<\/p>\n<p class=\"versos\">\nAquesta Eterna fuente est\u00e1 escondida<br \/>\nen este vivo pan por darnos vida,<br \/>\n<i>aunque es de noche<\/i>.<\/p>\n<p class=\"versos\">\nAqu\u00ed se est\u00e1 llamando a las criaturas<br \/>\nporque desta agua se harten aunque a oscuras,<br \/>\n<i>porque es de noche<\/i>.<\/p>\n<p class=\"versos\">\nAquesta viva fuente que deseo<br \/>\nen este pan de vida yo la veo,<br \/>\n<i>aunque es de noche<\/i>.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Lovely poem of San Juan de la Cruz, set to music by Enrique Morente &nbsp; Translation: Song of the Soul that \/delights in knowing God through Faith How well I know the spring, that flows and runs Although it is &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/2021\/09\/27\/although-it-is-night\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4522,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[65686],"tags":[139172,65712],"class_list":["post-3179","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-flamenco","tag-flamenco","tag-spanish-poetry"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7NI4C-Ph","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3179","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4522"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3179"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3179\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3180,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3179\/revisions\/3180"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3179"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3179"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3179"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}