The River Guadalquivir flows
through orange trees and olives.
Granada's two rivers fall
from the snow to the wheat.

 Ah, love that has fled
and never returned!

The river Guadalquivir has
a crimson-coloured beard.
Two rivers of Granada,
one weeping and one blood.

 Ah, love that fled
through the air!

For the sailing ships
Sevilla has a path;
through the waters of Granada
nothing rows but sighs.

 Ah, love, that fled
and never returned!

Guadalquivir, high tower,
and wind in orange groves.
Dauro, Genil, little flowers
dead above the ponds.

 Ah, love, that fled
through the air!

Who will say that water bears
a will-o'-the-wisp of cries!

 Ah, love, that fled
and never returned!

Bear orange blossom, Andalucia,
and olives to your seas.

 Ah, love, that fled
through the air!