1. O quickest of people to urge me to the goblet,
And most eager of people for my company and intimacy,

2. If I knew the yearning in your conscience
For me, I would not hasten to please you.

3. Until I race you in the field of your amusement
My steeds cannot race amusement in the field.

4. Drinking coffee whose drinker at dawn
Is overflowing with greedy hope, thirsty with despair,

5. I cherish drinking it more than all of Kilab’s glory
And sometimes it may slay me, a sudden slaying.