This ghazal once brought ecstasy to the Sufis in the evening, but now I do not know what condition the gathering has fallen into.

This couplet beautifully captures the ephemeral nature of artistic ecstasy. Mir Taqi Mir suggests that when the ghazal began, it filled the Sufis with profound spiritual rapture (*wajd*). However, by the end, he notes that the atmosphere of the entire gathering has shifted, becoming unrecognizable. It is a poignant reflection on how even the most beautiful moments fade, leaving only a sense of unexplained loss.