Aria from the pearl fishers

I believe I still hear
Hidden beneath the palm trees
Her tender and sonorous voice
Like the song of wood pigeons.

Oh enchanting night
Divine rapture
Oh charming memory
Mad intoxication, sweet dream!

In the light of the stars
I believe I still see her
Parting her long veils
In the warm evening winds.

Oh enchanting night
Divine rapture
Oh charming memory
Mad intoxication, sweet dream!

Charming memory!
Charming memory!