Balada para Dona Inês

She arrived from the lands of Spain
Noble lady from Castile
In the court of Portugal
They said she was the most beautiful
Her name remained in history
As a symbol of love
Those who killed her
Were never forgiven
Lady Inês
Her long golden hair
Her blue eyes now dead
Seated on a royal throne
Everyone kisses her hand
Her name then became
A symbol of love
And a troubadour poet
Sang of her death
Lady Inês