One dark night
Fired with love’s urgent longings
– ah, the sheer grace! –
I went out unseen
My house being now all stilled

In darkness, and secure
By the secret ladder, disguised
– ah, the sheer grace! –
In darkness and concealment
My house being now all stilled

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