The wine gathering is a place of terror (or wilderness) of whose intoxicated eye? In the glass, the pulse of a fairy is hidden by the waves of wine.

My friend, imagine a wine gathering, a 'bazm-e-mai', usually a lively affair. But Ghalib finds it transformed into a 'wahshat-kada'—a wilderness, a beautiful madhouse. He wonders, whose passionate, 'intoxicated eyes' ('chashm-e-mast') have cast such a potent spell? He offers a vivid image: within a glass, the wine's ripples are so vibrant, so alive. They seem to conceal the 'nabz-e-pari'—the very pulse of a jinn or spirit. It's as if the beloved's glance, not merely the drink, infuses this hidden, mystical energy. Their presence transforms the ordinary into something otherworldly, intensely intoxicating. So, Ghalib suggests, true intoxication isn't just from the wine itself. It's from that profound power, awakening the universe's wild, untamed spirit within us.