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.