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.