My Dear Earthen Wine Bowl

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 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!