My heart opens to your voice,

like the flowers open

To the kisses of the dawn!

But, o my beloved,

To dry my tears best,

Let your voice speak again!

Tell me that to Dalila

You will return forever,

Repeat to my tenderness

The oaths of other time,

The oaths that I loved!

Ah! Respond to my tenderness!

Pour out to me the drunkeness!

Like one sees the wheat

the blades undulate

Under the light breeze,

So trembles my heart,

ready to be consoled,

by your voice which is dear to me!

The arrow is less quick

to carry death,

Than is your love

to fly into my arms!

Ah! Respond to my tenderness!

Pour out to me the drunkeness!

Translation by Robert Glaubitz