Je crois entendre encore/A cette voix, quel trouble/La romance de Nadir
Alain Vanzo
I Think I Still Hear That Voice
What trouble stirred my whole being at that voice?
What wild hope? How did I think I recognized?
Alas! Before my eyes already, poor fool,
The same vision has passed by so many times.
No, no, it's remorse, fever, delirium.
Zurga must know everything; I should have told him all.
Perjurer to my oath, I wanted to see her again.
I found her trace, and I followed her steps.
And hidden in the night, sighing softly,
I listened to her sweet songs carried into the air.
I think I still hear,
Hidden under the palm trees,
Her tender and resonant voice
Like a dove's song.
Oh enchanting night!
Divine rapture!
Oh charming memory!
Wild intoxication! Sweet dream!
In the light of the stars,
I still think I see her
Parting her long veils
To the warm evening winds.
Oh enchanting night,
Divine rapture,
Oh charming memory!
Wild intoxication! Sweet dream!
Divine memory!
Oh charming memory!
