It is a wine which no sorrow could resist when the cup-bearer presents thee with the cup which contains it.
It is not long since Aden saw thy birth. If thou doubtest this, see the freshness of youth shining on the faces of thy children.
Grief is not found within its habitations. Trouble yields humbly to its power.
It is the beverage of the children of God, it is the source of health.
It is the stream in which we wash away our sorrows. It is the fire which consumes our griefs.
Whoever has once known the chafing-dish which prepares this beverage, will feel only aversion for wine and liquor from casks.
Delicious beverage, its color is the seal of its purity.
Reason pronounces favorably on the lawfulness of it.
Drink of it confidently, and give not ear to the speech of the foolish, who condemn it without reason.
During the period of the second religious persecution of coffee in the latter part of the sixteenth century, other Arabian poets sang the praises of coffee. The learned Fakr-Eddin-Aboubeckr ben Abid Iesi wrote a book entitled The Triumph of Coffee, and the poet-sheikh Sherif-Eddin-Omar-ben-Faredh sang of it in harmonious verse, wherein, discoursing of his mistress, he could find no more flattering comparison than coffee. He exclaims, "She has made me drink, in long draughts, the fever, or, rather, the coffee of love!"