Whether it is the dread of Nadir Shah or the grandeur of Timur, in the end, all the scrolls and records of worldly power drown in pure wine.

The poet gently reflects on the sheer impermanence of worldly power and glory. Whether it was the terror inspired by Nadir Shah or the majestic empire of Timur, history's mightiest conquerors eventually vanish before time. In a vivid image, all their grand records and triumphs are drowned effortlessly, like ink washing away in a cup of pure wine. It serves as a warm, philosophical reminder that the vanity of power always surrenders to the transient, poetic flow of existence.