Stay awhile here on the terrace of the Alhambra and look about you
The City is a wife, whose husband is the hill.
Girt she is by water and by flowers
Which glisten at her throat,
Ringed with streams; and, behold the groves of trees which are the
wedding guests,
Whose thrist is assuaged by the water-channels.
The Alhambra sits like a garland on Grandada's brow,
On which the stars are entwined,
And the Alhambra (may God preserve it!)
Is the ruby set above that garland.
Granada is the bride whose headdress is the Alhambra
And whose jewels are adornments are its flowers.
Iban Zamrak, c.1450
