A poem by Andrés Mattei Rodríguez (1863-1925)

[Original in Spanish. It has been translated.]

It is a tasty liquor that was created
to enliven human thought,
for its penetrating and healthy aroma
keeps the brain clear.

If you feel our spirit weary,
seek another remedy in vain.
Try the essence of the precious grain.
Inhale its delicate perfume.

That is why I am grateful to it.
And, since it helps me to write this triplet,
in which I soon found myself half lost,

it is only fair that, in a very discreet way,
inspired by it and grateful,
I dedicate this sonnet to it.