Song of the Three Rivers

The river Guadalquivir

flows between oranges and olives.

The two rivers of Granada

descend from the white snows to the wheat fields.

Ah, love that left,

never to return!

The Guadalquivir

has a beard of garnet.

The two rivers of Granada,

one of tears and one of blood.

Ah, love that flew,

into thin air!

For boats under sail,

Seville has a channel;

In the waters of Granada,

only sighs remain.

Ah, love that left,

never to return!

Guadalquivir, high tower

and wind in the orange groves.

Dauro and Genil,

lifeless cairns above the ponds.

Ah, love that flew,

into thin air!

Who can say how the waters carry a

vain fire of cries!

Ah, love that left,

never to return!

Carry orange blossoms, carry olives,

Andalucia, down to the sea.

Ah love that flew,

into thin air!