1. Alas for the coffee of one who in the evening is generous to us
With coffee made from charcoal ashes, black,

2. O miser! Glory is not won through foolishness
And good manners do not become the lowly,

3. You were feverish with people so you prescribed for it the sweat of
A fever and said the cure for sickness is sickness,

4. Black yellow, its consequences are visible
A smell that excites my blackness and yellowness,

5. None who stretched out a palm to drink it
Other than one stretching out his palms to water.