ذَكَرَتْ مِنْ طِيزَناباذِ

فَقُرى الْكَرْخِ بِبغداذِ

The cup that came from Tiznab

Recalled, in the alleys of Karakh at Baghdad,

قَهوةً لَيْسَتْ بِبَاذِقةٍ

لا وَلا بِتْعٍ ولا داذِي

A coffee neither tasty nor fresh nor strong,

Once that made the forbearing spit in rage:

مُرَّةً يَهذِي الحَليمُ بِهَا

بِأبي ذلك منْ هاذِي

By my father, from a real master that!

For with us she's mistress of the cups that cheer

فَهيَ أسْتاذُ الشرابِ بنا

وَالمعاني دَأبُ أسْتاذِي

And deeper meanings are my master's wont.