As morning birds commemorate the Day’s fresh spring,

I in turn rejoice, and from Nature’s nectar drink.

Fair briar rose of all that is so bitter yet strangely sweet,

Your roast enshrines the day in all Life’s tender allegories.

No wonder that great Johann composed cantatas in your homage.

So much glorious lyricism and vast melodious inquiry,

Inspired by such little beans as this!

All the day long I could conspire with you, o mellifluous one,

If your ingestion weren’t to cause me harm.

Alas, your pure aroma is oft what’s left

For mind and heart to recollect your charm.

At least twice, nay, but thrice a day,

May I embrace this tender cordial.

The dark and looming drafts of mere rougy blossom,

Whose delicate exterior would n’er betray

troves of pleasing, mellow fountains as these…