Yesterday I saw Jigar on the street leading to the tavern; he had drunk so excessively that he was utterly lost in intoxication.

In this couplet, Jigar Moradabadi looks at himself through the eyes of an onlooker, capturing the image of stumbling outside the tavern completely lost in drunkenness. While on the surface it paints a portrait of heavy intoxication, metaphorically it reveals a person so crushed by heartbreak or mystical passion that he has given up all worldly pretense. It is a poignant, tender confession of total surrender to one's overwhelming emotions.