Reina De La Oscuridad
Saurom
Queen of Darkness
Long-lived maiden, Disembodied face
Confused chalice, sacred female
pearl, worn by the order of time
Mother, so many times your children hurt you
I guard with jealousy a treasure in my skin
My sorrows are torn by lovers of yesterday
Former princess, miserable at times
I saw empires grow that died at my feet
Crowned with stones, dark-faced, mountains of gems
You court two seas, brothers who fight for your charms
Scars hurt, healed by history
Dance, in your flight poets, painters, blacksmiths...
The Mosque longs for your presence every April
In the Alhambra you wait among tears for Boadbil
You bathe your snowy hair on the shores of the sea
While you perfume yourself with olive essences
Queen, queen of the world, I can feel your sadness smell of jasmine
Beautiful, beautiful maiden, take care of me as I will always take care of you.
Of Gypsy, Hispanic, Roman or perhaps Phoenician ethnicity
Faithful Moorish mother, Moorish with greenish and mixed blood
Tender, hypnotizing bell that mesmerizes men
Legs, eight beautiful daughters, passions of then
The diverse gods will always watch over you
You engender cultures and raised many more
Bécquer, Lorca, Alberti recite you with modesty
Verses, from the sky that camouflage your prison.
Queen, queen of the world, I can feel your sadness smell of jasmine
Beautiful, beautiful maiden, take care of me as I will always take care of you.
