1. With coffee joy and cheer abound
Its splendor makes all grief recede

2. Heedless of fate, it can be found
To kindle hope when woes stampede

3. I coaxed a dour friend to try a sip
Whose temper books had dried up stiff

4. He was my guest but little knew
I likewise found life harsh and tough

5. Reproving me, he sought to teach
"Fickle friends calamity can breach"

6. I said "Behold its shapely glass
As if therein flames clashed and meshed

7. And taste it! Joy would come to pass
If you this manners breach freshened"

8. The fruit of vines by honey graced
As buds and bunches interlaced

9. More arid still, he rose, disgusted
Scowling and to anger rustled

10. "Not a sip will I take" he maintained
I said "It's your aridity such drought has sustained"