Dear to me is my earthen bowl
which the Saqi fills  with amber wine
which my soul drinks to shut the mind;
Lo! it often falls off my hands,
 crashes into crumbs of dried mud
but I worry not like the King Jamshed
sipping regal wine from his Bowl Of Gems,
precarious, lest it fell from his hand
and shattered into broken splints;
Dear to me is my cheap earthenware
for if it slips off my hands and breaks
i don’t care- i don’t have to care
like the  over-cautious Great King Jamshed
for if his gem-laden bowl broke
he’d have no choice but to wait
until he butchered many a hundred enemies
and snatched  from them
another Diamond wine bowl;
Oh, no! I hate to have a gem-laiden wine bowl
Keep serving me crystal wine, O Saqi,
in my favorite earthen bowl
for if it fell off my hands and broke
I won’t need to shed any blood
nor take the lives of my opposing humans
to replace it;
O Saqi! Let me know when you run out
of my priceless earthen wine bowl
so I can get another one from the thousands
sold for pennies in the nearest  bazaar 
around the corner!