In her sweet sleep, although resting

Recitative:

In her sweet sleep, although resting,

My adored Phillis

Awakens through her thoughts

And in this quietness

Love never stops in various ways

to trouble her sleeping peace.

Aria:

From the moment sleep seems

to paint on her face the figure of her bien-aimée,

during this quietness, sleep seems also

to embrace its chains.

From the moment, etc.

Recitative:

In this way, she's loyal toward the heart she adores,

and she breathes like a shadow of the light

for which she only sighs.

Aria:

If thoughts, moved by love,

Deem as true what they do not know,

This sort of deceit has its charm.

But if the mind awakens from such an error

May it speak the truth to us all:

"This deceit has its charm!"

If thoughts, etc.