Do not ask the reason behind the extreme intoxication of the garden dwellers; in the shade of the grapevine, the breeze itself turns into a wave of wine.

Ghalib paints a wonderfully intoxicating picture of the garden, where beauty itself acts as a potent brew. He tells us not to wonder why the garden's inhabitants are so wildly enraptured; under the shade of the grapevine, the very breeze carries the heady rush of wine. On a deeper level, it suggests that when you are immersed in an atmosphere saturated with love or divine grace, even breathing the air is enough to transport you into ecstasy.