Nigredo, massa confusa

Chaos is the first thing to exist

the decay of matter

unwind

melt

confront 

break

burn

kill.

This thing of darkness I acknowledge mine

the dark night of the soul.

Oh, night that guided me

more lovely than the dawn

you joined beloved with lover

lover transformed into the beloved!

He caused all my senses to be suspended

leaving my cares forgotten

with my hand I wounded my neck

all ceased and I abandoned myself.

The dark night of the soul reminds me of...

my helplessness,

indifference,

ineffectuality.

But I know integrating the shadow

won't take place unless I admit my tendencies

and allow them some measure of realization.

Disobediance of the ego,

self-ravaging.

Pain is the only one you can trust

to carry you onward

in the happy night

in secret, when noone saw me

without light or guide

save that thing which burned in my heart.

This guided me more surely than the light of noon,

to the place where noone appeared.