Air of Faust

by Hector Berlioz

Thou sweet twilight, be welcome!
Thee greet I from my heart.
Thou softly fillst this place, to chaste repose set apart,
Wherein I feel a vision kiss my fevered brow, like the balmy breath of early morning.
Sure, ’tis love, sure, ’tis love, inspires me.
Oh, how I feel my cares take wings and fly away!
How dear to me this silence.
How joyously I breathe this pure air!
O youthful maiden, my sweet enslaver!
How I love thee, O earthly angel!
What awful joy this moment, this moment swells my heart!
With what ecstasy I gaze on thy maidenly couch!
How sweet the air of this chamber!
O God, O God! after long years of torture,
What joy is mine!
O God! O God! after long years of torture,
What joy is mine!