By 1824 at the latest,
amongst many a page
of artful, show-off, abababcc digression
before dad-pirate Lambro's rage,
Byron penned,
'Cloves, cinnamon, and saffron too were boil'd
up with the coffee, which (I think) they spoil'd.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You choose well in quoting two lines of Byron. Good that you gave a clue , 'Don Juan III.1xiii.' I know that poem.