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... Aquella eterna fuente está escondida, Qué bien sé yo do tiene su manida. Aunque es de noche. Su origen no lo sé, pues no le tiene, Mas sé que todo origen de ella viene, Aunque es de noche. Sé que no puede ser cosa tan bella. Y que cielos y tierra beben de ella, Aunque es de noche. ... Aquesta eterna fuente está escondida, En este vivo pan por darnos vida. En esta noche oscura Que bien sé yo por fe la fontefrida.. Sé ser tan caudalosas sus corrientes, Que infiernos, cielos riegan, y a las gentes, Aunque es de noche. El corriente que nace de esta fuente Bien sé yo que es tan capaz y tan potente, Aunque es de noche. ... Aquesta viva fuente, que deseo, En este pan de vida yo la veo, Aunque es de noche.
Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 2-4,10,7-8,12 of the original text.
Composition:
- Set to music by Frederic Mompou i Dencausse (1893 - 1987), "Cantar del alma", stanzas 2-4,10,7-8,12
Text Authorship:
- by Saint John of the Cross, né Juan de Yepes Alvarez (1542 - 1591), "Cantar del alma"
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Mac McClure) , "Song of the soul", copyright © 2003, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 35
Word count: 222
... That eternal fountain is hidden, I know well where it lies, even though it is night. I do not know its origin, since it has none, But i know that every origin comes from it, Even though it is night. I know there cannot be anything as beautiful And heaven and earth drink from it, Even though it is night. ... This fountain is hidden In this living bread to give us life In this dark night. For I know by faith it's the cold fountain. I know its streams to be so full that they water Hell, Heaven and people Even though it is night. The stream that pours forth from this fountain I know who capable it is, and how strong, Even though it is night ... This living fountain that that I desire I see it in this bread of life Even though it is night.
Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 2-4,10,7-8,12 of the original text.
Note: this translates the stanzas used by Mompou.Text Authorship:
- Translation from Spanish (Español) to English copyright © 2003 by Mac McClure, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf.
Based on:
- a text in Spanish (Español) by Saint John of the Cross, né Juan de Yepes Alvarez (1542 - 1591), "Cantar del alma"
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 35
Word count: 148