O Asad, I lose my senses upon seeing the radiant beauty of the flower. The time has come once again for the wave of wine to spread its wings.
Ghalib captures the intoxicating arrival of spring, where the sheer radiance of blooming flowers leaves him utterly dazed and overwhelmed. In the poetic world, such dazzling beauty is an irresistible cue for celebration, making him feel that the wave of wine is spreading its wings to take flight like a bird. It is a lovely reflection on how beauty—whether of nature or a beloved—stirs the soul into complete and joyful surrender.
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