Life has made me a part of the gathering of existence, regardless of whether it has any goal or purpose.

The poet imagines the world as 'bazm-e-hasti'—a grand banquet of existence where we find ourselves seated as guests, without ever being asked for our consent. It touches on life's deepest existential question with a quiet, gentle acceptance: is there a grand divine purpose to our existence, or is it purely random? Meaning or no meaning, the feast is underway, and we are already part of the gathering.