فِنْجَانَةٌ أَبْرَزَ فِي صُنْعِهَا

دِهْقَانُهَا فَنَّاً بدِيعَ المِثَالِ

A cup appeared, excelling in its making

Its maker an artist of exquisite design

كَانَ حَرَاماً كَسْرُهَا وَهْيَ لَمْ

تَحْمِلُ مِنْ القَهْوَةِ إِلاَّ الحَلاَلِ

Though it were forbidden to break it, since it

Contained only lawful coffee, none but the fine,

لَكِنَّهُ إِنْ سَاءَنَا خَطْبُهَا

قَدْ سَرَّنَا مَا فِيهِ مِنْ لُطْفٍ فَال

If its fate went awry, what delight we took

In its delicate grace did console and shine.

رَاحَتْ فِدَى خِدْنِ النَّدَى مُصْطَفَى

آلِ الرِّفَاعِيِّ وَهُمْ خَيْرَ آلِ

It met its doom to save the cheek's soft charm

Of Mustafa's line, most noble bloodline.