وَقَهوَةٍ كَخَلوقٍ

يَفتَرُّ عَن كافورِ

And coffee like a spirit

Sighing camphor vapours forth,

كَأَنَّها حينَ تُجلى

في أَكؤُسِ البِلورِ

As if, when in the cups it glows,

'Twere spirits of transfused light,

جُسومُ نارٍ عَلَيها

غَلائِلٌ مِن نَورِ

Over whose surfaces there flows

A flood of radiance soft and bright.