Being not doing is the first aim of the mystic.
The first mystical life is the illuminative way.
The second mystical life is the unitive way.
A period of utter blankness and stagnation
divides both ways in an intense period.
It is the dark night of the soul.
It is of the essence of this state,
that the once-possessed power
of contemplation is now wholly lost.
Those immersed in this dark fire
of purification use the epithets of blankness
and Solitude to describe their pains.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem