Even if the world is full of sorrows, wine is not in short supply. I am a servant of the Cupbearer of Kausar, so what sorrow can possibly touch me?

In this couplet, the poet nonchalantly shrugs off the endless sorrows of the world, reminding us that there is no shortage of wine to wash them away. But in the second line, this earthly metaphor turns into a profound spiritual anchor: he declares himself a devotee of 'Saqi-e-Kausar' (Hazrat Ali, the heavenly cupbearer). With an eternal source of divine grace and spiritual nectar watching over him, mortal troubles completely lose their power to hurt him.