In somno ineo metus Et post velum alter animus reperio In asper coritas salteramus Et sine cutis concubitamus Vis impetus ex gaudium Ex gaudium et terror Per speciem 'ut quisque est vir optimus Ita difficilleme alios improbos Suspicatur' Tum, si equidem Cum asper coritas saltero Ediscens Sic nihil agis quin ego audiam Per somnum sive vigilians Quo rerum natura ditesceres versutus In sleep I enter fear And behind the veil I find another soul We dance with rough affection And copulate without skin A paroxysm of joy Of joy and terror Ostensibly, 'the more a man is The harder to suspect wickedness In others' Then, if I for my part Dance with rough affection Learning So you do nothing I do not hear of In sleep or watchful The world becomes artful