He has woven upon them a striped many-coloured garment of flowers, and raised among them a flower like a star.
How many girls like images trailed their garments among such flowers, when life was fresh and time was at our service.....
How happy we were, those days that have passed, days of pleasure, when we lived with those who had black flowing hair and white shoulders...
Now say to Destiny whose favours have vanished - favours I have lamented as the nights have passed - how faintly its breeze has touched me in my evening.
But for him who walks in the night the stars still shine; greetings to you, Cordoba, with love and longing.
Ibn Zaydun (1003-1071) Andalusia
(How beautiful. A 1000 years ago and yet it provokes tears)