Your memories of ebony

and perfume are sleeping

in your rooms,

full of tenderness,

my beloved Alhambra.





You saw a thousand loves

be born within you,

lights which caress

from your windows,

despaired Alhambra.





Your dreams shine

in a sea of stars

and the moon sings

your silence, Alhambra.





Tears of ivy

weep for the vanquished,

between sword and rose

your olives grow,

my beloved Alhambra.





Saved in my memory

you savour of moon,

shining over the village

like the sun, Alhambra.





I dream of Alhambra,

my beloved Alhambra.