وَقَهْوَةٍ كَوْكَبُها يُزْهِرُ

يَنْفَحُ مِنْها المِسْكُ والعَنْبَرُ

Coffee, its star blossoming,

Exudes musk and ambergris,

وَرْدِيّةٌ يَحملُها مِثْلُها

كأنّما مِنْ خَدِّهِ تُعْصَرُ

A pink rose she holds, its equal,

As though pressed from her cheek,

مُهَفْهَفٌ لَمْ يَبْتَسِمْ ضَاحِكاً

مُذْ كانَ إِلاَّ كَسَدَ الجَوْهَرُ

A sullen one who never smiled with laughter,

Since she was but unrefined gemstone.